Chapter 292 Dahlia

Ella

The restaurant loomed ahead, a tall edifice much like the first place Logan and I first officially ‘met-after our initial alleyway meeting, back when he thought I was a ‘peasant’.

The building’s height mirrored its reputation. It stood out distinctly against the city skyline, with its harsh gray reliefs and facades. It was a cold metal obelisk, much unlike the beautifully ornate buildings I had grown up surrounded by while growing up, but it had its own brutalist charm as well.

Behind the glass facade, I could see a sea of figures moving around. The street was lined with expensive sports cars, and men and women dressed in even more expensive dresses, tuxedos, watches, and jewelry were stepping out of them..

My heart raced as Logan and I stepped out of the car and joined them. The thumping of my heels against the pavement reminded me of the beats of a war drum, resonating with my rising anxiety.

Growing up, I had become used to events like. this. The red carpet was no stranger to me, nor was the flash of cameras. Years of practice and training had given me the uncanny ability to stop whatever I was doing, pose perfectly, smile for the camera, and then continue on my way with no second thought.

But this was different. Colder. There were no cameras, no red carpet. There was no doubt in my mind, either, that each and every one of these people was armed in some way, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if blood was shed tonight-either behind the scenes or out in the open, for everyone to spectate..

was like walking into a den of lions, and for the first time in my

the outrage if my parents found out that I was walking into a mafia event on the arm of the son of one of

my trepidation as we approached the entrance. “No one here will spill the

up at him, my eyebrows

rule number one when we went shopping?

do you mean?” I asked quietly, taking note of how closely I was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some sort of barrier against

arm around my shoulders, “everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit

help but chuckle a little at the simplicity of it. But still, my gut twisted with unease. “Just

that I was starting to get used to. “Alright, what’ll it

a moment’s thought, I

grin. “Dahlia,

“Don’t patronize

with mischief.

headed inside, immediately being met with the soft hum of an elevator waiting for us. As it took us up, I felt

more rules. Don’t ask any questions. Don’t get involved in other people’s business. And most importantly, for the love of all things holy, do not

to the side. “It’s a party, Logan. I can’t help if I overhear other

didn’t. If you see something, no you didn’t. If it doesn’t involve you, then it doesn’t exist. And as far as you’re concerned, absolutely nothing-

The elevator floors ticked by rather quickly, but

out of trouble,”

asked, smirking slightly. “Are

teen, no,” I said, unable to deny the hint of mischief in my own voice. There was silence, but my mind was anything. but silent. Logan’s words struck me to my core. The thought of hearing or seeing unsavory things, and being completely unable to do anything about it, made my

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