** GHOST POV **

"Make that fucker suffer." I said to Rebel before I hung up the phone.

I looked over to Damon who had his eyebrow raised at me before he held bent his arm slightly, and held out his elbow. I smirked at him before I grabbed the inside of his elbow, and we began to walk further inside the lavish ballroom.

I was wearing a long red dress that hugged my curves marvelously. It was a spaghetti strap dress, and had a slit going up the thigh. Damon picked it out for me, and as much as I hate to admit it, the man has great taste. We gained access to the party easily, thanks to Angelo and Fox, and we were now inside focusing on our search for Jason Marquez.

A server passed by us, and I gracefully grabbed a glass of champagne as one walked by. I went to take a sip of the expensive drink, before Damons hands went over mine, stopping me from drinking it.

"Be careful. You never know what's actually in that drink love." He whispered in my ear. I looked around the room to see that everyone was happily downing the champagne, and slightly swaying with glazed and blood shot eyes. I nodded at him and placed the champagne back on the tray as we continued across the room.

"Found him." I said as I spotted Marquez talking to a woman at the bar. He was leaning against the bar top with a large smirk plastered on his face.

"Let's make our introductions, shall we?" Damon said smoothly as he guided us through the crowd of drunk and oblivious patrons until we were at the bar standing next to Jason.

"Mr. Marquez, I wanted to introduce myself. Damon Carbone." Damon said confidently as he held out his hand to Jason, who looked away from the beautiful woman he was talking to and raised his eyebrow at Damon curiously.

"Carbone? Any relation to that prick Martino?" He said loudly, causing a few people around us to chuckle, Damon included. Martino must be one hell of an asshole to create so much bad blood with his suppliers.

"Blood relation, is all. But other than that, I'm not particularly fond of him." Damon countered smoothly. He was standing up straight, and looked rather intimidating in a suit and bowtie.

"Well anyone that isn't a friend of Martino's, is a friend of mine." Jason said as he smiled and shook Damons hand firmly.

"Good to hear that." Damon said as he raised an eyebrow and smiled at Jason.

"And who might this ravishing woman be?" Jason said as he looked over at me with his eyebrow raised curiously. His eyes traveled up and down my body before he walked in front of me.

"G." I said calmly as I looked at him.

"Giana? Gloria? Gina?" Jason said as he tilted his head.

"Just G." I said as I gave him a small smile. He grabbed my hand, and I felt Damon tense up next to me. He flipped it over so that my palm was in his and kissed the back of my hand, his lips lingering longer than what is socially acceptable.

"Well lucky for you, G is my favorite letter of the alphabet." He said as he smirked and raised an eyebrow at me. He was a younger man, probably not even in his thirties yet. He had tan skin and sharp features. His hair was perfectly styled, not a single hair out of place. I have to admit, he was rather attractive, but no where near Damon's level.

"And how do you know this beautiful woman?" Jason asked Damon as he continued to hold onto my hand gently while his brown eyes were locked on mine.

"She's my fiancé." Damon said as he wrapped an arm around my waist protectively, causing Jason to raise an eyebrow and let go of my hand. Damon's words made my heart flutter rapidly as his hand gently squeezed the curve of my waist.

"I do have something I would like to discuss with you Mr. Marquez. Is there a place that's a little more... private?" Damon asked, taking Jasons attention off of me momentarily.

"Oh of course. And please, bring your lovely wife as well." He said as he smiled and turned around. He smacked the ass of the woman he was previously talking to as he passed her, making me raise my eyebrow at his brazenness.

He led us to an elevator, and nodded at the guards. They let us pass, and used a keycard to open the metal doors of the elevator. We stepped inside, and Jason hit the bottom floor.

"So what would you like to discuss, Mr. Carbone?" Jason asked as he looked at me instead of Damon.

"A proposition. I hear you're not to fond of Martino, no?" Damon asked as he held me closer to him.

"You heard correctly." Jason said as he laughed. A chime filled the elevator, and the doors slid open to reveal a large room.

It was dark, and had red fluorescent lights lining the floors. Women were walking around naked and serving drinks to patrons who were sitting on couches. Some men were receiving blowjobs on the couches, while some women were even pleasing each other on the floor while others watched. Moans filled the air as dozens of people were having sex on every possible place they could, and soft music played in the background, adding to the sexual and dark ambiance. When Angelo said that Marquez was eccentric, this wasn't what I had in mind.

"Let's talk more about this in my office." Jason said as he walked out of the elevator. Damon and I exchanged confused glances as we followed Jason through the room. Both of us kept our eyes forward, trying to ignore the sexual intercourse that went on around us until we finally reached a door in the back of the room. Jason opened it, and behind the thick wooden doors was a lavish and dim office.

We walked in hesitantly, and Jason closed the door behind us, filling the room with silence. He walked over to his desk, and sat in a leather chair behind it.

"So what's this proposition, Carbone?" Jason said seriously as he leaned back in his leather chair and brought a hand underneath his chin and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I'm planning to overthrow Martino, and take control of the Italian Mafia." Damon said as he let go of my waist and sat down in a black leather chair in front of Jason's desk. He leaned back, and placed his ankle on his knee. I stood behind him, and placed my hands on his shoulder, playing the perfect part of his fiancé.

Jason looked at him for a moment, lowering his chin and raising his eyebrows in disbelief before he finally broke the silence.

"You share Martino's last name... how do I know this isn't a trap? To see if I'd agree then kill me off for betraying our alliance?" Jason ask as his face hardened.

"Because I'm Ricardo's son, and rightful heir to the Mafia, I'm the cousin that Martino tried to kill 5 years ago." Damon said seriously as he stared at Jason. The tension in the room was thick, and Damon's shoulders were riddled with knots. I started to massage his shoulders gently, and I felt his body relax underneath my touch.

"Hmm interesting. So your the man who's death shocked the world of organized crime." Jason said as he tilted his head to the side.

"Exactly. In order to overthrow him, I'd need your help." Damon said as he leaned back into my touch.

"Go on." Jason said as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk in front of him, glancing at me, and then Damon.

"When the time is right, you'll cut off your shipments to Martino, only temporarily. Once I kill him, and take over, business will resume as normal between the two organizations." Damon said confidently as he rested his elbow on the armrest and placed his hand underneath his chin.

"That's quite a lot your asking for, Mr. Carbone. How long would I have to freeze the shipments?" Jason said as he furrowed his eyebrows, eating up every word Damon said.

"A week. Max." Damon said as he continued to glare at Jason.

"We'd lose millions." Jason said as he slightly shook his head and stood up.

"You'd lose millions in exchange of getting rid of Martino. I'd say it's a fair trade." Damon said as he tilted his head.

We watched as Jason walked over to the corner of the room. He opened a cabinet to reveal a dozen bottles of expensive liquor. The room was filled with silence as we watched him grab a glass and fill it up with liquor. He took a large gulp of it before turning over towards us.

"I'll make you a deal Mr. Carbone. I'll help you take down Martino, if you let me fuck that pretty little fiancé of yours." Jason said as he stared at me with his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. My eyes widened slightly while Damon tensed immensely underneath my hands.