Getting to the huge building of the event, Nate stopped his car and looked out the window, what he hated most about things like this, were the many people always present, he sighed out, flexing his fingers on the steering before he pulled out his car keys from ignition, took his phone and stepped out of the car

His eyes raked through the red carpet and they were all busy taking pictures, while the media asked unnecessary questions as always, he fixed his tux and took long strides towards the entrance of the building, avoiding the flashes of the cameras, he passed through the many people on the red carpet all making different noises and chattering.

He pushed the double glass doors and stepped into the huge hall, his eyes moving from the beginning to the end of the hall, his eyes moved up to the huge golden glass decorated chandelier hanging up in the ceiling, round tables with chairs surrounding them with beautiful decorations filled the hall, this wasn't like the usual events he attended on behalf of his father, even the air inside felt different, there wasn't much chatter inside the hall.

It was kind of too quiet for an event, he looked to the side and someone was already walking towards him, a man in a red and white tux, just like the halls were decorated in red and white.

Everyone was assigned a seat, there were still a few people on the side holding drinks and whispering to each other. They were all dressed very expensively, their faces held no smiles and they all looked business ready.

But there was something else about them that Nate quickly picked up on, there were only a few women here, infact he could count the women in the hall, most of the people here were men, and something in his spine was telling him something wasn't right with this event.

"Good evening Mr..." The man that was walking towards him before had reached his side

"Miller, Mr Miller" he finished for him, turning his attention away from the hall and facing the man, he quickly pulled out his invitation from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it over to the man, the man collected it and examined it, before looking back up at Nate

"Right this way sir" he muttered turning around and walking down the hall, Nate quickly followed behind him, his eyes still scanning the room, they passed a few chairs before they stopped at one that had only three chairs around it, his eyes moved from each set until they stopped on the one that had his name on a placard in front of it.

The man gestured for him to take a seat before he gave a Curt nod and walked away. Nate looked around him and all the tables were the same, with placards of each person's name in front of their seats. Why did his father ask him to come here? This wasn't his type of event, infact any event at all wasn't his type as he would rather stay back home and sleep, but he tolerated and went to the others because it helped in business.

But this one didn't look like it had anything to do with his father's business, at least not the legal part of it. He looked around the hall again, his eyes stopping at the podium, decorated just like the rest of the hall, with white and red.

Now he was kind of regretting why he didn't ask his father what the event was about, coming in here blind was really a bad idea. But still that wouldn't stop him from leaving as early as he could.

Spade stepped into the hall, hearing the whispers and chatters of everyone there, his eyes raked through the room, with his hands in his pocket. He could recognize a few of the men here, as all of them were either men in the mafia or people that had one or two connection to the mafia, his eyes scanned the room as it spotted a particular figure walking towards him, he let out a deep breath.

"Spade, didn't think I'd see you here" the old man muttered holding a huge cigar between his lips

"Batroix" Spade mutttered giving the man a curt nod, the event was for all men in the mafia and those who were associated with the mafia one way or another, so yes Spade had to be here. He'd have asked Matteo to come in his stead but this was something he needed to do on his own, if not for anything, to send out a message to whoever was threatening his position and life, that he was still pretty active and still as ruthless.

"Where's Matteo"? The old man asked looking behind Spade for the blonde.

"He didn't come, he's busy with other things" he muttered, hearing the man hum in response his eyes leaving the man in front of him and sweeping the room again, looking for the man that organized the event, this places reeked of dangerous men, there was no single man in here that didn't have blood on his hands, even some of the few women in here still had tainted hands.

All of them dangerous people in one roof, what could go wrong right. "I'll see you before I leave" Batroix muttered before he walked back to his designated seat, Spade started walking towards the right side of the room, watching people talking, whispering and probably planning their next kill.

He almost didn't come but he had to honor the invitation of the American mafia Don himself, not that he was obliged to but they have an alliance and him showing up showed it was still valid, and if anything he needed all the extended hands he could get now.

"The devil himself" he heard the low rumble as he looked to his left and spotted the owner of the event, the person that had this many dangerous men under one roof, a very risky thing if you ask him "Spade" he chuckled as he stopped in front of Spade, giving his hand out for a shake, Spade took it in a firm handshake

"Liam" he muttered, looking at the 32 year old American with his ginger coloured hair, mismatched colour of eyes, one green and one hazel, he looked older than his age, with a slight increase in the size of his stomach, he stood two inches shorter than Spade, almost the same height as Matteo

"I'm glad you could make it man" the man said with half a smile on his face as he looked up at Spade

"I didn't really have a choice now did I" he muttered as if he was uninterested in the conversation making the man in front of him to let out a deep and slightly loud chuckle

"Hey, I heard you were getting married"? He asked looking around as if looking for someone and Spade clenched his jaw at the reminder of a certain set of brown eyes, staring back at him, he quickly shook his head, here Liam was asking about his supposed wife to be and he wasn't even thinking about her, instead he was thinking about her brother "I don't see a ring on your finger and I don't see your wife anywhere" he muttered looking around again

"I don't know where you heard it from Liam but as you can see, I'm not married" Spade gritted out showing him his fingers void of any ring

"Words travel fast in our world Spade, you of all people should know that" the man murmured as he shrugged his shoulder "anyway, enjoy the party I have to go attend to some guests" he said quickly giving Spade light tap on his back before walking away from Spade.

Spade watched him walk away, rolling his tongue in his inner cheek, he suddenly turned around and walked towards a table, not minding if it had his name on it or not like the other tables, he pulled out one of the chairs and sat on it, the table was empty, so he was the only one sitting on it.

He could feel the heaviness of his gun in the hoister inside his suit jacket, there was no way he'd come to a place like this without a gun, even though he didn't really hope for anything to happen, but one can never be too sure with a place like this.

It was already bad enough that he came alone, Matteo insisted in following him but he assured the blonde that he will be just fine, after all he was the older of both of them and he was also the Don of a fucking mafia, he didn't need babysitting, even though sometimes he felt fuzzy when Matteo looked out for him.

Hi eyes drank in the state of the room, looking at the entrance as more people poured in, all of them being aware of the dangers of being here, where he sat was perfect because he could see almost everything and everyone.

He looked at his wristwatch and it was only past eight, but he was already feeling the urge to get the fuck out of here, the party was supposed to have started since eight o'clock but it was dragging on for too long.

His lifted his head and his eyes noticed something from his peripheral, a figure, making him turn to his right, he wasn't seeing right, squinting and narrowing his eyes to be sure he wasn't going blind, his eyes widened as he realized his eyes weren't deceiving him and he was actually looking at Nate.

What is he doing here? Nate was looking around the hall, he hadn't seen him yet, Spade raked his eyes through the younger man's whole form as he could see his hands placed gingerly on the table, he was fiddling with it again as his eyes darted around the room nervously.

Spade bit his inner cheek, as his mind was beginning to ask a lot of questions, he looked around the hall, maybe he'd see someone that Nate could have possibly accompanied but knowing the young man, he didn't have any friends and surely Liam wouldn't have invited him here, hell Nate doesn't even deal with people like Liam, no offense but Nate never striked him as someone who had friends in the mafia.

Sitting down there and asking all these questions won't give him the answer, he noticed that Nate sat alone on the table, normally he shouldn't care but something inside of him was pushing him to go meet Nate, the itch and need to protect the young man was pushing him slowly.

He hadn't looked away, hoping Nate would look at him but he just kept his eyes focused on the other tables in front of him, Spade let out a deep breath running his hands down his face and stopping at his beard, he let his fingers caress the beard he had down there.

His fingers twitched and he felt his whole body suddenly fight him for not going over to meet Nate, he gritted his teeth as he tried to look away but his whole body was suddenly against him, pulling him towards the young man, he shut his eyes "Fuck" he cussed out about to get up but a voice stopped him making him shut his eyes, the night just got worse

"I knew it was you" he heard the overly excited and enthusiastic voice, making him almost groan out as he sat back down, his eyes set on a death stare at the man in front of him with that annoying, i-know-more-than-you smile.

He grounded his teeth making grating sounds as he watched him, hair packed in a ponytail, he was dressed in black suit, all the buttons undone, with no tie on the buttoned up shirt

"What are you doing here Stefano" he gritted out and the man just chuckled before pulling one of the chairs out, Spade kept thinking inside his head, chanting for him not to sit down but he was already perched on the chair, facing Spade, still carrying that smile on his face.

"I'm beginning to think that's your catch phrase, you keep asking me that Everytime we meet in public" the man muttered as if saying Spade sounded stupid "this is a party Spade and you aren't the only one invited, I got one of those shiny cards too" he added with a wink, Spade was seriously resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the man in front of him

Spade clenched his jaw before his eyes moved from Stefano and landed on the young man that was currently occupying every space in his mind and head, he isn't supposed to be here, for one it's very dangerous, the kind of danger that gets one killed.

And with his whole nervous body language, the fear and uncertainty in his eyes, the fact that he looked clueless and innocent. Everything about Nate at the moment smelt prey, and in here there were more than one predator, anyone paying attention from a mile away can easily pick Nate out as the only person here that his body language reeked of innocence and that was what men in here, men like him preyed on. To control all that fear, to have it in the grasp of their hand, the tips of their fingers.

His eyes moved again back to Stefano "I'm not asking what you're doing at the party Stefano, I'm asking what you're doing at my table" he snapped with a grit and bite to his words, feeling his anger and frustration threatening to show, he balled his hand into a fist clenching it tight

Stefano chuckled looking around the room, his laughter deep and throaty as his eyes rested on Spade. "Your table"? He asked looking at the table and chairs around it "I don't see your name written on any of the chairs" he muttered, Spade could feel his head throb with frustration and irritation.

He wanted to give him a good come back but his eyes moved on their own back to Nate's table and he could see someone standing there, talking to Nate, and it looked like the person wants to sit there, he growled out lowly before looking away from Nate and back at Stefano.

"You know what, you're right, you can have the table all to yourself" he muttered, pulling out the chair and making a scraping sound before walking away from Stefano, his eyes set hard on Nate as he took long, fearful, domineering and confident strides towards his table, watching the man standing there still talking to him

The closer he got the more he could hear their conversation and he clenched his jaw, stopping just in front of the table he interrupted the man.

"He's with me" he muttered, making Nate's eyes to move to him, he already had his eyes dead set on the young man, watching as shock, then surprise and a bit of questioning look settle in those brown orbs.

"Excuse me" the man muttered turning to face Spade, his own eyes widening in shock upon recognising Spade. Spade didn't really know him, but the man seemed to recognize him

"I said he's with me, do you have a problem with that"? Spade asked again, his voice harder and sharper as the man swallowed before shaking his head

"No, not at all Mr DeVille, I just thought he was alone and I came to invite him to our table" the man mutttered before casting one last look at Nate and the he hastily walked away from the table, having Spade's hard glare on him.

Spade released his hands that were clenched before as he felt himself visibly relax, now his eyes moved back and rested on Nate, watching the way Nate's eyes looked at him, brown, honey, shimmering eyes, under the chandelier light, his eyes looked more glassy, Spade's eyes moved to his pink, tiny lips, wondering how they would look like if he pouted, Spade felt his whole body get that fuzzy feeling and the little guy in between his legs, jump slightly in excitement.

He quickly looked away from Nate's lips and back to his eyes, the kid hadn't said or asked anything. "What are you doing here"? Spade asked the question that had been plaguing his mind since he saw Nate sitting across from him in the hall.

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