Aria.
12 hours before the party.
The car door swung open, and I stumbled out, my ankles wobbling in the damn torture devices Viktor called shoes. Biting back a curse, I straightened up, ignoring the burn in my soles. The driver smirked, clearly enjoying my struggle. Asshole.
"Get moving," he snarled, his eyes trailing over me with disdain. "And don't forget, if you mess this up, you can kiss your dear brother goodbye. We won't think twice about making him vanish. For good."
My fingers twitched, itching to claw that smug look off his face. But I couldn't. Not with Mikey's life on the line. I took a steadying breath, the cool night air a stark contrast to the fury simmering in my veins.
Focus, Aria. One step at a time. Just like Viktor drilled into you.
I squared my shoulders and started the painful trek toward the entrance. The grand building loomed before me, its lush gardens stretching out like a green carpet. Massive pillars reached skyward, supporting a balcony that wrapped around the second floor. It was a monument to wealth and power, fit for the gods—or in this case, the mafia.
The sounds of music and laughter drifted from inside, a stark contrast to the knot of dread in my stomach. As I approached the front entrance, a burly bouncer stepped in my path, eyeing me up and down.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said with a smirk that made my skin crawl, "but this is a private event. Guests only."
I felt the eyes of other partygoers on me, their gazes mocking my server's uniform. Heat crept up my neck, but I forced it down. No time for embarrassment when Mikey was counting on me.
I plastered on a saccharine smile, letting a hint of sarcasm seep into my voice. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have missed the dress code memo that said only those with designer clothes and empty heads were allowed in."
The bouncer's smirk faded, replaced by a scowl. He towered over me, his bulk designed to intimidate. "Listen, missy," he growled, "I suggest you turn around and go back to serving drinks. This function is not for your kind."
My cheeks flushed, anger bubbling up inside me. I balled my hands into fists, nails digging into my palms. "What do you mean 'my kind'?" I demanded, injecting as much venom into my words as I dared. "I'm a server with the catering team. It's my job to be here."
He sneered down at me. "Then you belong 'round back, not mingling with the guests. Now get lost before I make you regret it."
For a moment, I considered telling him exactly where he could shove his threats. But Mikey's face flashed in my mind—bruised, bloodied, pleading. I swallowed my retort and spun on my heel, wobbling slightly as I headed for the service entrance. The man's mocking laughter followed me, each chuckle like a thorn in my side.
Dickhead.
I rounded the corner, my eyes scanning for the back entrance. There—an imposing man was searching everyone before they entered. Built like a tank, with dark, wavy hair pulled back to reveal several scars. His piercing blue eyes were framed by strong, sculpted features, and he was dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit. As I approached, his gaze locked onto me, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.
"Name?" he asked, his voice deep and authoritative.
"Soph—" I caught myself just in time, my heart slamming against my ribs. Shit. Pull it together. "I mean, Sonia... it's Sonia Brown," I stammered, silently cursing myself for the near slip-up. Viktor would have had my head if he knew how close I came to blowing my cover.
The man glanced at a list in his hand and nodded. "You may enter, but first, a quick check for weapons and devices." He retrieved a handheld scanner from his pocket.
My stomach dropped. The microchips. Hidden in my hair, disguised as bobby pins. If he found them, I was dead. Mikey was dead. I needed to think fast.
As he was about to scan me, I let my ankle wobble—not entirely an act in those godforsaken shoes. I stumbled forward, bumping into him and sending his scanner clattering to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" I gasped, feigning embarrassment. We both bent down to retrieve the scanner, and I used the moment of distraction to slip the microchips into the pocket of his pants. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it, but he didn't seem to notice, his attention focused on the fallen device.
"It's alright," he said, straightening up and running the scanner over me. "Just be more careful next time."
I nodded, mumbling another apology as I stepped through the service entrance. Only when I was past him did I allow myself a small, shaky breath of relief. Holy shit, that was close. But I did it. Now I just needed to figure out how to get those chips back.
Inside, the opulence of the mansion hit me like a wave. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the grand ballroom as I passed. The air buzzed with excitement and tension, a heady mix that set my nerves on edge.
I slipped off my shoes, carrying them as I navigated toward the bustling kitchen. Snippets of conversation floated around me—servers sharing stories of mishaps and the strict expectations of the catering manager. My palms grew sweaty, and I felt a bead of perspiration trickle down the side of my face.
Get a grip, Aria. You've come too far to lose it now.
"New girl! Over here!" a stern voice called out. I turned to see a hatchet-faced middle-aged woman, her expression all business. This must have been the manager everyone had been talking about.
I squared my shoulders, plastering on what I hoped was a convincing smile. "Yes, ma'am?"
She eyed me critically, her gaze lingering disapprovingly on my bare feet. "You're late. Which means you're starting at a disadvantage, so you'll need to pick up the pace. Remember, walk like a lady, heels on at all times. We have a reputation to uphold."
I nodded, sliding my feet back into the torturous shoes. "Of course, ma'am. Thank you."
As she turned away, barking orders at other servers, I took a deep breath. The weight of what I was about to do settled over me like a heavy cloak. But I pushed it aside. I couldn't afford to let fear or doubt creep in. Not when Mikey's life hung in the balance.
Time to get to work.
***
Aria.The party was in full swing, and I found myself struggling to maintain my composure in those godforsaken heels. It felt like an eternity as I wobbled and teetered, drawing the ire of my fellow servers. One particularly mean-spirited woman smirked as she watched me falter."Careful, darling," she taunted, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Wouldn't want to spill anything on these expensive carpets."I gritted my teeth, refusing to let her mockery derail me. I had a mission to complete, and I couldn't afford any distractions. With renewed determination, I straightened my back, held my head high, and continued dealing with the challenges before me.As I carried a tray of champagne glasses, I wound through the sea of elegantly dressed partygoers. Men in tailored suits and women in luxurious gowns mingled, their laughter and conversation filling the air. In the dimly lit corners of the room, I caught glimpses of couples exchanging passionate kisses and embraces, seemingly obli
Aria.My heart was still racing from the close call with Nikolai. I'd managed to retrieve the microchips, but I was no closer to figuring out where to plant them. As I wound my way through the crowded ballroom, I tried to keep my cool while internally freaking out. I mean, seriously, who would've thought I'd end up playing spy and planting devices in a mafia boss's mansion? I was definitely no James Bond.Holding the tray awkwardly in one hand, I quickly secured the bobby pins back into my hair, each one hiding a tiny spy device. One step closer to planting the damn things, yet I had no clue where the hell Axel's room was. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack the size of Texas.Struggling to maintain my balance, I felt a pang of envy as I watched the other women in the room glide effortlessly in heels even taller than my own. The contrast between their grace and my own clumsy movements only added to the mounting pressure I felt.How do they do it?I wobbled slightly, stead
Aria.With my tray finally empty, I set it down and mustered up the courage to sneak away from the bustling activity. I headed down one of the hallways, my heart pounding with every step. The server's uniform turned out to be a blessing in disguise. No one batted an eye as I passed more bodyguards standing sentinel outside various doors.As I went, I made up ridiculous scenarios in my head for what could be hidden behind each one. It was a stupid game, but right then, I needed something to distract me from completely freaking out.By door number five, I was getting good at it. "Oh, that must be the room where Axel keeps his collection of exotic stuffed animals," I muttered under my breath, stifling a nervous giggle as I strode past yet another imposing door.I'd been discreetly exploring the hallways and peeking into rooms for what felt like hours, but so far, I'd been unable to determine which rooms belonged to Axel. Time was running out, and my frustration grew with each passing mom
Axel. What really caught my attention was the way she moved. Clumsy, uncoordinated, like a fawn taking her first steps. And yet, there was a certain grace to her movements, a raw sensuality that couldn't be denied. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her generous assets and slender waist. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swung between her shoulder blades in a cascading fall.I watched her as she made her way around the room, her tray of drinks shaking in her hands. She didn't seem to have much skill as a waitress, but there was something about her that I couldn't take my eyes off. Maybe it was the way she was trying so hard to do her job, even though she was clearly nervous. When she disappeared from sight for several minutes, I scanned the room, trying to pick her out of the crowd. I didn't catch sight of her again until she was practically on top of me."Hey there," she said, her voice soft and sultry. My coc
Axel.The basement reeked of fear, piss, and the coppery tang of blood. Shadows clung to the corners like cobwebs, thick and oppressive. In the center of the room, Sergey was strapped to a chair, his face a mess of bruises and cuts.I circled him slowly, the rage inside me a living, breathing thing. The poker in my hand glowed a dull orange, wisps of heat shimmering off the tip."I trusted you, Sergei," I said, my voice a low rasp. "And you betrayed me."Sergey made a noise halfway between a whimper and a groan. "Boss, please... I can explain—"I backhanded him across the face, splitting his lip. "Explain? What's there to fucking explain? You went behind my back, you piece of shit. Tried to sell me out to the highest bidder."His eyes widened, bulging slightly. Blood and spittle flew from his mouth as he shook his head frantically. "No, no, it wasn't like that! I swear, I never—""Don't fucking lie to me!" I roared. The poker hovered an inch from his face, and the stink of his fear ra
Aria.48 hours before the party.I groaned as the sack came off my face. My head was ringing, my eyes bleary. The world was a blur of indistinct shapes and colors.Dear God! My head felt like it had been split open.Memories came flooding back - leaving the coffee shop, bitter espresso on my tongue. Walking through the alleyway to my second job at the mall, it was quiet, too quiet. Suddenly, I felt the prickling sensation down my neck that told me I was being watched.I had turned around, the fear already starting to rise in my chest. And then everything had gone dark.My hands were tied, but not tight enough to be painful. I adjusted to a more comfortable position on the creaking chair. Realization suddenly dawned...Someone kidnapped me! Oh God, please!"I think you broke the doll," I heard a voice say. The sound startled me, and I jolted my head upright, my eyes scanning the room for the source.My captor emerged from the shadows, draining the color from my face. He was tall and me