IN LOVE WITH THE RUTHLESS MAFIA KING

r

ay, maneuvering around the heavy c

, but holy crap!! is it ridi

ast person after person, reaching the end and ru

t have the stami

g my breath when I feel a side stitch coming on. Pressing my han

my attention and my eyes widen as I ca

y breath as I stand on the platform, wat

what the hell do you want to stare, before turning

port all the time can b

I had the chance, but I guess I was so occupied with college t

ce up at the small screen to check what time the next train

ures can be a real bitch, and they're even worse when you have to stand amon

tion leaflet I received in the mail the other week. When I initially enrolled in

g to try my hand at starting up my own photography business. Freelancing is something

il

n for tonight in the mail. Gallery by Damon is one of

t and I received an invite for it. Me. Little ol' Ari

ealers and other associates in the photography field, and the owners

tonight, in the hopes of viewing and potentially bidding o

back to reality as I step back from the

t far and before I know it, I'm getting off

of my mouth when I realize the event has already started. The one thing I se

e, most of them costing more than my goddamn life insurance. I glance down

before I even accepted the invitation to this place. The

girl learning my

d nature to me, but for now, a little bi

o my wrists and neck, giving myself a little touch-up. My perfume; a gi

d show the doorman my invitation and ID. I can't help but feel anxious when

ry itself is very busy, with men in black tie and women in beautiful dresses. Sma

cate details of photography and paintings never

ese will bring in. The people here must be of considerable

I come across a middle-aged man and woman who engage in conversation w

antiques store in Brooklyn. They also explained that attending these kinds of func

a recently graduated photographer who's freelancing. He es

ed by his kindness. I accidentally meet

o various people, we find ourselves sitting down at o

r to a woman in a dark green dress as she speaks t

eplies. "Well-known art dealer throughout the streets of

I absorb the information, glancing arou

twins. "That's Jayce and Davis Noelle," she explains. They atte

even I can decipher from where I'm currently sitting. Even their shoes loo

ually settle on someone else, who seems to steal a

ulously handsome man standing across the room w

ubble around his jaw, the noticeable tattoos on his large hands. Even from th

and I nod, tilting my hea

," I

roat. "That's Di