Ball (2)

Professor Maxwell stood in front of me with a sickly smile on his face, his brown eyes glinting in excitement as he licks his lips, raking my body with his eyes.

I stood still as my body shook in fear, praying for Saint to come find me.

What is he doing here? I thought this party was for people in the mafia? Does that mean he is part of a mafia too?

Different question raced through my head at that moment, eyes darting around to find Saint.

I find him a few distance away, talking to people with his back to me.

“Excuse me." I muster up courage to speak, about to walk towards Saint.

I am surprised when my wrist is held, someone pulling me back to my original position.

“Now where do you think you are going? I just got here and you want to leave already?” He asks playfully but I hear the threat in his tone.

Looking at Saint one more time, I make an attempt to call him but I'm stopped by Maxwell.

“Go ahead and call him. Do you think he would care? In the midst of all these important pe