I smooth down my black ball gown while Rose is stepping into her heels.

"Remember you can not arrive late to your own ball it is rude," My mother tells me while fixing my curly hair.

"Don't worry I will not be late," I say looking at my reflection once again.

I am wearing a black ball gown that has a cut out from my chest to the top of my navel. It wraps around my breasts so nothing falls out but you can still see my breasts and get a good idea of the size of my full breasts.

My heels are black with gold on the heels they could easily cut through someone's throat with ease. Just the way I like it. With these heels, I am 2 inches taller than my dad who is 6'0. My hair is wavy down my back to just below my navel. I have gold earrings and some rings on both of my hands. My make-up is a dark look with dark red lipstick.

"Come on Rose we need to go down to greet the guests and leave Brooke to finish last-minute finishing touches," My mother tells Rose who is straightening her dark blue dress.

Rose is wearing a dark blue off-the-shoulder dress with a slit up her left leg and a small train. Her hair is purple and black with waves. Her shoes are gold that compliments her jewelry and her dress. In one ear she has a snake earing and in the other, she has a simple long earring. Her necklace says baby girl that she insisted on wearing. Her make-up is a purple and blue look with a plum collar for her lips.

"Okay," she says before hugging me and walking to the elevator with my mother. I look at myself once more time before I follow them to the elevator.

"Andy when we get downstairs can you go in first?" I ask.

"Sure, but why?" he asks with a raised brow.

"Because I want to make an entrance and you will stop me from doing so," I say with a slight smirk.

"Fine but do not be longer than 10 minutes late," he says before the elevator opens and he walks towards the ballroom doors.

I walk down a long hallway and open a door to a sitting room that has a bar. "Jackpot," I say before walking over and pouring myself a glass of red wine. I take a sip and sit down on the black cloud couch.

I pick up a book called to kill a mocking bird and began to read. After 15 minutes of reading and drinking, I realize that I am late. I put the book back and walk out of the room and make my way to the main hall to the ballroom.

On my way there I notice a man pulling a woman into the bathroom and her pleading him to stop.

"Please no, I did not mean to," she cries trying to pry his hands off her wrist.

"Aalina I told you not to say a word and you go talking back. Now you are going to be punished," He growls at her.

"Miss are you alright?" I ask walking towards them.

"Yes she is fine," he says but I ignore him and look at the girl who has tears falling out of her eyes.

"I believe I asked the young women unless you have genitalia that consist of female parts or your pronouns are she, her, or hers?" I ask looking the man up and down.

"Excuse me do you know who I am?" he asks angrily.

"You are Jackson Helens, 26. Dad is the second in command of the American Mafia. Your mother died when you were 5. Your father remarried a year after to a chef then she died from breast cancer 2 years later. He then remarried again 5 years ago to the french Mafia leader's sister. She has a daughter from her first marriage who is married to a Morelli. Last year your father asked for you to find a wife. Which I do no think is her? Am I right?" I ask with a glare.

"H-h-how?" he asks surprised.

"Honey, I have my ways," I tell him. "Go back to the ball and do not touch a female tonight unless it is a prostitute." He then scurries off to the main hall.

"What's your name?" I ask the girl.

"Aalina," she whispers.

"Okay, Aalina let's get you cleaned up because a beautiful girl like yourself should not be crying because of a man," I tell her.

I walk her into the bathroom and grab a paper towel. "Why did you let him take you?" I ask.

"My uncle wants him to marry me even though my mom told him no," she says sadly.

"This may sting," I warn her before gently putting the wet paper town on her split lip. "So what mafia are you in?" I ask.

"Well I was not born into it but I grew up in it. My mother is the sister of Fabian Morelli," she tells me and I stop my cleaning of her lip.

"Fabian Morelli the father of Mason Morelli?" I ask.

"Yes, he is my favorite cousin," she says with a smile.

"Shit," I mumble but before I can say anything the door opens to a tall Asian.

"Aalina come on the birthday girl is going to come in soon," she says and Aalina jumps off the counter and follows her out.

I throw the bloody napkin away and wash my hands. I just helped Mason Morelli's cousin and my friends are going to meet the real me. The heir to the mafia Empire.

****

I stand at the ballroom doors. Breathing in and out. Slowly changing to the cold mafia heir who everyone thinks is a goddess (which I am). Who thinks I am weak (which is far from being true). Who thinks I open my legs for any male with a dick (which I do not). Breath in and exhale. My cold exterior going up and a small smirk spreading my lips.

I push the doors open and everyone immediately quiets. My small smirk goes to full-blown deadly smirk. I began my descent down the stairs. My hand hovering over the railing of the stairs.

I look around the ballroom and immediately find my friends. Who are gaping at me. I find Rose with a large smirk across her face with a red-haired boy wrapped around her. I smirk at her and her smirk turns to a slight smile.

I step down the last step and the crowd spreads open like the red sea. I make my way to my parents.

"Dear you are late," My mother scolds.

"It is my birthday," say grabbing a glass of white wine from a passing server.

"Yes, it is," a voice says from behind me. I turn around and a smile spreads across my face.

"Akeno and Tara," I say hugging Akeno and kissing him on both cheeks.

"I missed you cus," Tara says beaming at me. "And please tell me that you did not get a boob job."

"Tara," Akeno exclaims glaring at his sister.

"No these are natural and I missed you guys too. Are your father and sister here?" I ask them.

"Somewhere," Tara says waving her hand around.

"I may have to go say hello," I say looking around and meeting Mason's glare.

"Well, I want a martini. Come on Asian Assassin," Tara says grabbing her brother's wrist and pulling him away.

I look around and see my friends still staring at me in shock and anger. "You may want to talk to them," Rose says next to me.

"Fine hold my drink," I say passing her the drink.

I walk over and their eyes follow me. "Well, well, well Mason Morelli and his bitches. I would be surprised but sadly I am not," I say with a smirk that turns into a pout.

"Hey do not call my brother a bitch that's my job," says a girl with light brown hair and an orange mermaid dress.

"Mia Anglea Morelli right? I do not get why your parents named you Angel your hardly that. You party till your blackout drunk and so high you can touch the sky. Let's not mention you have gotten multiple arrest warrants in multiple different countries," I say and she looks startled that I know so much.

"H-how?" Zach asks.

"How what? How can I be the heir to a mafia Empire? Or how I know so much information about everyone in this room? Or maybe you want to know why I kept my real name hidden?" I asked.

"What is your real name?" Emery asks.

"Glad someone brought that up. Everyone meet Brooklyn Lilac Russo Assassin, Heir, Queen, Goddess, and a murder," Rose says joining the tension party.

"Murder?"

"Queen?"

"Assassin?"

"Russo?"

They all say at the same time. "Yes, actually a mass murder and one of the best assassins in our world," Tara says wrapping an arm around Rose's shoulders.

"Hey babe," Rose says pecking Tara's lips.

"Hey stop kissing my sister," Akeno says pulling Tara's arm off of Rose.

"So overprotective brother and don't worry Rose is like a sister," she says patting her brother's arm.

"And Brooke is like a sister to me," he says back and I playfully glare at him.

"Akeno don't play that game now. Rember what happened last time," I remind him and he pales.

"Of course he does who wouldn't. Espiacally hearing you torturing a man by using a sock and gum," she says laughing.

"I forgot you did that," Rose says grimacing. I roll my eyes at them.

"So you're the birthday girl?" Emery asks with a disappointed look.

"Yeah I am," I say looking at the floor.

"You lied to us," Riley says with a frown.

"I had to no one was to know that I am heir until tonight. For safety measures and because no one would respect a woman like me," I say with a frown.

"What do you mean a woman like you?" Anna asks.

"A woman who looks like a rose on the outside but deadly on the inside. Who has a tragic past who has slept around and not save herself for marriage," I say with a slight frown.

"So in other words you can kill a man in several ways?" Asks a girl with long dark brown hair and a mint-colored strapless dress with a long slit running up the side. She has green shoes that match her purse and an emerald bracelet that looks expensive. Her makeup is a light look with green eyeliner.

"Yes Viola I can," I say with a smirk.

"Of course you know her name," Brian says with an angry look.

"Bri Bri, don't get your panties in a twist. I am not going to harm anyone with the information I have. My father just made me learn about all the mafia and gang information for my protection and for my brothers," I say.

"Well this is a lovely conversation but I have a date to get to who is talking to the bitchie sisters at the bar," Rose says glaring at the two blondes.

"Rose make sure he does not accept them on their proposal for a three sum or else they will never let him go," Tara calls after her.

"Oh do not remind me," Akeno grumbles before walking in the opposite direction.

"Oh, shit I just screwd up," Tara gasps covering her mouth before running after him yelling. "Bro Bro I did not mean that I am sorry just give your little sister a hug and everything will be alright."

"So you're the mafia princess. You were under our nose the whole time," Will says crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

"I prefer Brooke to mafia princess and you probably would never know it was me," I say with a scowl.

"But you are," Sam says wrapping his arms around Riley's waist. I raise a brow for him to elaborate. "A mafia princess. A cold-hearted snobby bitch."

"First off, I have not always been a cold-hearted bitch. Like everyone in this room I have had shit happen to me that would change anyone. I have been raped, sexually assaulted, beaten, whipped, and chained. For the past weak that you have known me did you ever see me flaunting my wealth?"

"Secondly, I used to be a mafia princess the angel, the daddies girl, the girl who would wear dresses 24 fucking 7 but things happen especially after you are kidnapped at the age of 7 and chained to a wall to be stuck with needles. Beaten close to death and being sexually assaulted. I was 7 fucking years old. So no Sam I am not a Mafia princess call me the mafia queen or the devil of the Italian mafia but do not call me the princess of this world because I am far from that," I tell him with a cold look.

They look stunned that I told them that but some were the truth but some were lies. I can't tell them everything. My walls are too thick to be brought down that easily but telling them a little truth with lies mixed in they will believe anything.

I turn and slam my glass down on a table before I walk away from them. I walk to a buffet table and snack on some cheese and crackers till someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and Riley, Anna, and Emery are standing behind me.

"I am so sorry that happened to you," Emery says with silver shining in her eyes. "If I would have known I could have helped you through it."

"If we would have known we would be more open-minded for your reasoning behind being so closed off," Anna added.

"Anyone would have been closed off if those things happened to them," Riley sniffs.

I smiled kindly at them. "There is no need to apologize. You were not the ones who did that shit to me and plus that was years ago and I have healed as much as I needed to," I tell them.

"Still no kid so go through that," Anna says.

"I agree that's why I protect my brother," I say looking at them. "Enough with the mopy dopy shit. You girls look fantastic."

Anna is wearing a yellow strapless dress with a long slit for her right leg. Her shoes are silver with glitter and white crystals. She is wearing a simple diamond bracelet and a simple make-up look with dark brown lipstick and gold eyes shadow. The side of her hair is braided that goes into a ponytail and some strands of her red hair frame her face.

Riley is wearing a bubblegum pink dress with a slight v-neck and a slit up her right thigh. She has on pale pink heels that tie up her leg about 2 inches above her ankles. Her hair is half up half down but she has a pearl headband with some hair framing her face. She has a gold butterfly layered necklace and for her makeup, she has a tan pinkish lipgloss and a gold and pink eyeshadow that showcases her hazel-green eyes.

Emery has on a ball gown that has a long sleeve on one arm with a fluff ball on the shoulder and the other shoulder is bear to the world. The top of her dress is sheer but has a gold floral and leaf design that covers her chest and arm. She has a belt that connects to the floor-length ball gown with a slit up her left leg.

Her shoes are black 3 and half-inch heels with a silver strap above her white-painted toes. Her hair is straight with two gold clips on both sides of her. She has 4 rings on her left hand and two on her right that complements the simple chain with one diamond around her wrist. Her make-up is a dark eyeshadow and media pale lipstick. The final accessory she has is a fluffy bag that reminds me of a fluffy pillow I used to have.