Chapter 7
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Quinn's POV
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Only a few reporters asked me questions during the press conference. I chose not to respond and have not given any official statement. Tonight, I have a message to share with Dominique and myself.
My Aunt Dashie spoke on my behalf, as she is better at handling these situations. She is here with me today because my father arranged everything.
I gave her a pleasant smile, and she nodded. I immediately stepped inside the ballroom's event.
Matilde intentionally hit my shoulder with hers when I entered the bathroom. I blinked when our eyes met, and she fired back with an intense gaze. She smirked as her eyes surveyed my dress. Her eyebrows raised as she looked back at me.
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"And do you think Dominique loves you?" in her desperate tone.
"What do you think?" I answered without expression.
Her jaw parted, and her eyes seethed with anger. I walked away, getting inside one of the cubicles. Luckily, no one was around; it was only us. I heard the door slam as she exited the bathroom.
I quickly washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror again. I can't wait for tonight to end and see Grandma. I miss her already.
Dominique found me as soon as I stepped back inside the ballroom. Everyone's attention was on us again. Dominique strode towards me, smiling like a perfect prince. But the truth? He's a one-hell evil!
"Are we good?" in his threatening look. His hand held mine, wrapping it around his arm.
My knees started to wobble. I felt nervous.
"Don't make it too obvious, Quinn. Try harder." He whispered while smiling like a pro.
I held my chin up and plastered my faked smile.
People greeted us. I could only give the utmost smile I'd been practicing for years. I saw my father on the corner, talking to Falcon, the boss of Falconsite Mafia class three. Beside him is his wife, who is fifteen years younger than him. I looked at my father's eyes. He better keep his promise after tonight.
Dominique rubbed my hand, and my attention came back to him. He introduced me to all of his friends. They all laughed loud enough to get the other's attention.
"Now I understand why you keep such a beautiful swan, Amico! You got the best of the best around!"
My smile faded when Enriqueto smiled at me, licking his lips and showing off his golden teeth. He's the boss mafia of the class three Borrito clan. He looks like a killer to me. His eyes tell me. He offered his hand for a handshake while licking his lips.
I just stared at his hand and didn't take it. Dominique cleared his throat.
"It's okay. A pure angel like her could probably smell the blood in me." Enriqueto winked, and I looked away.
I want to keep us going, but Dominique stops me, giving me a demanding look. I swallowed hard and sighed in silence.
I can't remember when I last admired the taste of Bellini. I definitely need ten glasses of this tonight. I'm on my third, and Dominique grabs it out of me.
"You will get drunk, Quinn. Keep your posture, my lady."
I gritted my teeth as I looked at his eyes. And like my father, there was no mercy in how he looked at me.
"Good girl. Come here. The show just started for us."
He looped his arm around my waist and pulled my body to him. I was forced to walk in the same direction as him. I almost tripped over because he was walking too fast. He stopped and silently swore in my face.
"I told you not to drink, right?"
I didn't answer back and lifelessly looked at him.
What's the point? People are around us, and if I give him my opinion now, I will only suffer the consequences later.
Dominique held my wrist tightly, gripping it hard, stopping the blood flow in this part.
I felt it. It's hurting me now. I walked with him, and he only let go of my wrist when we reached the center stage.
My father gave me a dangerous look with a fake smile. The camera flashed at us, and my heart started to palpitate.
It stung. The mark of Dominique's grip was visible on my wrist. My father noticed it.
"Put your f*****g smile, Quinn." My father stated, and in an instant, my lips parted. And with a mechanical grip, a smile was created on my face.
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C.M. LOUDEN
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