7. King of the underworld

                                    

                                          
I believed in heaven and hell. I believed in good and evil but most of all, I believed in the supernatural. The fact that Mr. Black is or believes he is the King of the underworld, one place popped in my head and that was the mafia. You see, I knew the underworld. I had my fair share of dealing with the illegal part of the world. I bestowed my family to them but I would have never guess that my boss would be part of it as well.
                          
I wasn’t freaked out or nervous about it since guns and drugs are things I grew up around. It was my normality. What I was worried about was the fact that he told me. I believed Mr Black was a wise and clever man so him telling me could either be his most stupidest mistake or he had a bigger plan for it. I have lied in the face of the law countless of times. I protected my family from any danger even if that might I would end up dying or a jail cell so what was Mr Black’s plan? What did he try to achieve from telling me the truth? “Mr. Black, am I suppose to do something with this news?”
                          
“Princess, I want you to know who I am because when I eventually kidnap you, I don’t want you too be surprised.” he stated as if its nothing to talk about possibly kidnapping someone.
                          
“Mr. Black, with all due respect, I love Ben and the point of this conversation was that you leave me alone, Mr. Black.” I stood up.
                          
“Princess, you don’t love Ben. You love the idea of Ben.” he said and poured himself a drink. 
                          
Before I could reply my phone rang and it wasn’t the ringtone that deepen silence between us, it was the location of the phone. I didn’t bring a clutch because I knew by the end of tonight I would be leaving with all the girls bags and I didn’t want to lose my belongings in the chaos. I would prefer losing their stuff than my own but the thing is, I couldn’t travel without my phone, it was my lifeline so I did what many woman do and stuffed it in my boobs. It was the safest hands free area every woman had.
                          
“I could help you, Princess.” he said, smirking. This man no shame, instead of looking away, he stare right at it. I turned my back towards and took my phone out. I could feel the heat rushing to my face because as much as I hated it, I loved his shamelessness.
                          
“Speak Candice.” I said as soon as I saw the caller. She couldn’t have called at a worst time.
                          
“My sister has terrible timing.” He said as he took a sip of his drink. “Who knows what might have happened if she didn’t phone.” nothing. I mentally replied.
                          
“Get out here, they serving dinner and I saved you a seat,” she paused. “next to me.” She ended the call before I could reply. That was the one thing I hated about Candice. She has this tendency to end calls after she said what she called to say. It annoyed me to the ends of earth and at a time, I blocked all her calls for that reason.
                          
Mr Black and I remained in silence as he lead me back towards the ballroom. The silence was deafening and I didn’t like it. Mr Black had a silent personality and I found silence around him, comforting yet this awkward tense silence was new. I wanted him to talk to me, fight me, anything. I was willing to accept anything except this silence. He called himself the King of the underworld so if he was Hades, I would burn in hell for him. I would sell my soul to the devil if that meant I could dance in his flames. Mr Black didn’t know what he did to me internally and I would offer my soul to any demon if it could remain a secret.
                          
“Princess!” Mr. Blacks voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
                          
I looked at him as if I haven’t been walking along him the entire time. “Yes?”
                          
He smirked. “As much as you denied it, you love your pet name, don’t you, princess?”
                          
Once again, he was correct but I suppressed my true emotion and showed him an uninterested look. “Is there a reason we stopped?”