Luca's suit.

Luca POV

Who the fuck is she.

One minute she's bawling her eyes out having a panic attack and the next she's some badass.

I'm still confused on how she knew who me and my gang members were.

Also who the fuck did she call because that was an expensive ass car.

"The number she called, she deleted from the phone. I found it but when I tried tracking it nothing was found." Keen said.

He was the tech guy.

I hummed in response and went to find my friends.

"Found out who she is yet?" Both Dash and Kyle ask me at the same time.

They were waiting across the hall from tech room.

"Not a clue, and I have a feeling she wants it that way," I answer as we walk towards the stairs.

"We still have the gala tonight," Dash reminds us.

"We meet the new gang tonight. They are number one, so we want friends not enemies, got it?" I tell them.

They nod and head up the stairs to their rooms.

I walk up the stairs to.

I walk into my room and slam the door behind me.

I flop down on my bed, and stair at the gray ceiling.

Same color as all of my walls.

I am going to find out who this girl is.

I want to know everything about her.

There is something missing that seems highly important.

Something about her screams 'I'm the boss'.

I let out a frustrated grunt before sat sitting up and getting ready for the gala.

*

Elena's POV

"A fucking dress, really Loki?" I ask my best friend who is sitting in my bed trying to convince me to wear a dress.

I get it's a gala but I mean, do I have to wear a dress.

For god sakes I am a female running a gang, the number one gang in the world.

I thought I broke all the stereotypes already.

"Yes, now put it on," she says crossing her arms, laying them in her chest.

She glares at me with her piercing brown eyes.

"No," I said defiantly.

"Your mom said you need to make a good impression. Your new here, make some ally's." She says.

I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"I don't think they would want their badass ally to be a girl in a dress," I state mater of factly.

She just rolls her eyes again.

"Doesn't matter, wear the dress," she says walking towards the door.

"I'll do your makeup and hair later," she says.

"Oh no, hair you can do, makeup I do," I say.

She nods and walks out. Let the torture begin.

*****

Once I'm in my dress, Loki comes and does my hair.

The dress is a black, long, and skin tight.

It has long sleeves and a slit down the front to show off cleavage.

It also has a slit from about the top of my knee to the end of the dress.

For my hair Loki pulled my curly brunette hair into a messy ponytail.

She braided it loosely then pulled it into a cute bun.

She left a piece of of the pony tail that she braided and pinned so it covered the rubber band.

I did my makeup in the mirror well she did my hair.

I kept it natural with light brown eyeshadow and mascara. I hate false lashes.

I did contour on my cheeks and added a light pink lip stick.

I looked in the mirror and smiled.

I'm that person the still tries to look badass when I go to things like this, and right now, I do.

Of course Loki tried to make me wear heels and I did not budge.

I'm aware I'm meeting Luca tonight, officially.

I am pretty positive he has no idea who I am, but he will.

Not everybody knows the name of the 'big bad mafia-leader' and his fellow men.

I slipped my pistol on the strap in between my thighs, Loki just rolled her eyes at my shoe choice, and we exited my room.

*****

Luca POV

I exited my limousine and walked into the building.

The place reminded me of the beauty and the beast dance floor.

Not that I watch Disney movies, I am a mafia leader after all.

The walls were white and had many intricate design made of gold, and were lined with tables of food and drinks.

The place was filled to the brim with mafia leaders, gang leaders, gangs, security, etc.

We were currently at one of the houses that the number one mafia/gang owned.

I figured out what there name was as soon as I got here.

The Silent.

A loud gunshot went of and all eyes went toward the stairs to show the face of the new 'Boss' so to say, of everyone.

A girl in a dress exited the doorway.

It was skin tight and black and she looked sexy.

Her hair was pulled up into a bun her makeup was natural.

Must be his daughter or something.

"Welcome, My name is Helena Torres, Gangleader of The Silent." She states with confidence.

Whispers and mumbling was heard throughout the floor.

"Shut up and listen," she said in a annoyed voice.

The whole room goes incredibly silent.

"I don't want to hear the sexist remarks, or anything that has to do with my gender. Don't think for two seconds I will hesitate to shoot a bullet right into your head." Her voice sounds familiar.

"Now, lets party." With a flick of her wrist music began to play again and people went back to there conversations.

She made her way to the bottom of the stairs with the girl behind her.

The closer I got the more familiar she became.

I stopped her by placing my hand on her shoulder.

Bad decision.

She gripped it and twisted it behind my back pulling me over her shoulder.

In a fucking dress.

"Oh my, sorry, reflexes," she put out her hand to me to help me up.

I smiled and took it.

She pulled me up faster then I thought so I bumped into her pushing her back.

I caught her, my eyes clashing with gorgeous hazel ones.

"Elena," I say in a voice between a question and a statement.

"Luca, glad you could join the party," she answers, a smirk on her beautiful face.

"You look stunning," I state the obvious.

"And you look horrible, can you let go of me please," she responds.

I nod and let go of her.

Dash and Kyle walk up and exchange hellos.

I walk up to Elena.

"Care to dance?" I ask her.

She smiles at me and nods.

Taking my hand in hers, we walk towards the floor.

She places her hands on my shoulders and I place my on her waist.

We dance for a minute and I chuckle.

"Isn't the guy suppose to lead?" I ask her.

She smiles at me and nods.

"Of course, but I'm already breaking the stereotype of being a female gang leader, and leading one of the most feared mafia in the world, so why not lead a dance to." She answers.

I smile at her.

She smiles back but let's me take lead.

"So Ms. Torres, I really don't want to fight you and your lovely gang," I start.

She rolls her eyes.

"Mr. Blanks I really don't want to have to destroy you gang because you decided to be stupid," she states.

I just chuckle and twirl her.

"Well Ms. Torres I have no plan to do so," I say well pulling her closer into me.

"If you wanted to be friends, all you have to do is ask," she says smirking at me.

"Ms. Torres, will you be my friend?" I ask her.

Moving my face closer to hers.

"I would love to," she says moving her face closer to mine.

Leaning her lips towards my ear. "You seem like someone who I'd get along with easily," she whispers in my ear, sending shivers involuntarily down my spine.

She moves head so she could stare into my eyes.

Our body's pressed right against the other.

Her hands ran themselves up my chest.

Goosebumps forming were she touched.

Right when our lips were about to touch she lets go of my neck and smiles.

"See you around Mr.Blanks," she said before walking away slowly.

Swaying her hips, on purpose, well I stood there dumbfounded.

I was speechless.

How did she do that. I

probably would have said yes to anything she said.

I need to get hold of myself.