You just got a job at Domain Casino and are very excited, but unfortunately, nothing is perfect. There are so many things to be afraid of. You're in for a ride with the one and only Mob boss, Benicio Drew, your long lost friend, Abel Angel, and their crew. What could happen?...Info: (Y/N) means 'Your Name'
I can't believe it; she said yes! Abel was right for once! (Y/N) would do anything for a little adventure. She was so mad at us before I wonder what changed her mind. "Benicio, are you with us?" It was Abel. I must have been lost in thought, "Yeah, yeah, I'm here," I replied. We might be able to succeed with (Y/N) on our side. "A'ight, now that we have this settled, maybe you should go back to your beloved mansion, Benicio," Abel grinned, fanning his face in a petty manner. "For cryin' out loud, angel!" He was just tryin' to get (Y/N) to ask a bunch of questions. I hate questions. "Oh, You live in a mansion? At least we have something in common," (Y/N) said, pulling Abel's hand away from his face. That fanning was getting a little annoying.
"You live in a mansion? Your dad is a bartender, how do you come up with the money?"
"It's my mother's parents fortune. After my mom died, all the money went to my dad," she said, wrapping her arms around her. So, she doesn't have a mom. I know how she feels; sad, probably lonely. "How did you get your fortune? You don't exactly look like you have a job."
"I got it from my creator's partner, Henry, Henry Stein. Joey didn't have any money because he went bankrupt. That's why the studio closed down," I replied. I could see what Abel was doing. He was trying to bring (Y/N) and I closer. It's probably for the best, especially since we'll be working together. I have nothing against (Y/N). I think she's a beautiful, kind, exciting person. She has the perfect amount of salty in her. And her eyes... If I could look in her eyes all day, I would. The ocean blue color is extravagant compared to my dark red eyes. Wait... What am I thinking? C'mon, Benicio, snap out of it!
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"That's cool! You had more than one creator?" (Y/N) said, sitting up a little, "You must have taken a lot of time to design." Benicio smiled at the comment. "Ha, well, I did take a while, but Alice took more time than I did," he replied, "How many creators did you have?".
"Just one, but they talked to a lot of people to try and get a few ideas. I didn't take that long; a week, at most." (Y/N) giggled, brushing little specks of dust off her dress. Abel stood up and made his way over to the door, "It's been nice talkin', but I think it would be nice if we spent a little time outside the studio," he suggested, opening the door, "We have to leave now if we want to make it in time for the gala." Benicio was confused, what gala? Why was he not informed of this? "You never told me we had to go to a gala!" Benicio stammered, standing up quickly. "Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, "Abel smirked, walking away from the open door, "Mrs. Mendal invited us to a special gala dedicated to her newborn grandson, Denis. The 'salty cheese wheal' himself will be attending. I thought that since he would be there, we might as well be, too." Abel had a point. If Benicio and the gang went to the gala, then they would be able to watch Moon's every move. Mr. and Mrs. Mendal owned a factory that made the special ink to heal, so if Moon's gonna be there, then there's gotta be a good reason for going. "That's a good idea, but next time make sure to tell me about it sooner, idiot," Benicio scoffed, straightening his bow-tie, "We should bring (Y/N) along, since she's part of our set, of course."
"That's perfectly fine with me, I'm sure she would enjoy it as much as you would," Abel chuckled jokingly.
"Don't get a big head, angel," Benicio growled. "I would like to come with you guys! I've never really been to a party before, especially one as fancy as a gala!" (Y/N) said, smiling from ear to ear. Benicio could tell that she was excited. "Then you can! I'll give you my address so you can meet me at my place later. When does the party start, Abel?" Benicio asked, crossing his arms in front of him. "It starts at eight and ends at twelve sharp tonight," he replied, "Be sure to wear your best! We might be able to take (Y/N) shopping if she doesn't have anything to wear." "No, no, It's fine! I have plenty of dresses," (Y/N) said, standing up. "Then it's settled! I'll drive you back home so you can figure things out," Abel offered, walking back to the open door. "Axel, you're gonna stay here with Boris. Make sure to keep him inside the studio this time. If you want, bring him over to the mansion so he knows we'll be back for him," Benicio added, walking over to Abel. "Yes sir!" Axel replied, soluting prominently. Abel and Benicio walked out of the small room and into the hall, (Y/N) following close behind them. "Bye, Axel!" (Y/N) whispered directly.
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Abel and (Y/N) already left to go back to (Y/N)'s place, so I decided to walk back to mine. The mansion isn't that far from the studio; maybe a few blocks or so. I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about taking (Y/N) to the gala. She's too perfect and impeccable to be with someone like me; a demon. If she were anything, she would be an angel of light and charity. Her spirit for adventure is amazing; something I've never noticed in her until now. Her heart is genuine and complete, unlike mine. Even though we are striving to complete the same goal, it seems as if I am far below her standards. And to dance with her... just once... would be a gift I certainly don't deserve. But, let's not think about love, right now. This gala is strictly for business and the safety of our beloved ones. It is an honor to have (Y/N) on our side, but I can't help but feel that she deserves more than this. She's putting herself in danger and we're not stopping her, protecting her. I'll be there to protect her. I will protect her with my life if needed. Mr. Moon wouldn't do anything to hurt her if there was no reason to. If (Y/N) stays low profile, then Moon won't bother to talk to her. If he did, she'd probably be scared out of her mind! I will stay by her to make sure nothing happens, that's a promise.
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Benicio arrived at his manor and started to walk up the steps. He knocked on the door three times before a small, sliding door opened at eye level. "Ah, Mr. Drew, welcome home!" said a man, opening the door. "Thanks, Charles," Benicio replied, hanging his jacket on the coat rack. Charles was Benicio's faithful butler. They walked toward a staircase in the middle of the room. After they arrived at the top, Benicio entered a room to the left of the stairs and closed it behind him. "Oh! I forgot to mention that I will be attending Mr. and Mrs. Mendal's gala tonight. Be sure to iron my suit before I leave, thanks," Benicio told Charles. "I will do so now, sir," Charles responded. Benicio heard him walk down the pathway and into a different room. 'I think I'll give em' a raise later' Benicio chuckled to himself. Benicio walked towards a desk that had many papers scattered across the flat surface. He pulled out a chair that was properly tucked under the desk and sat in it. Benicio shuffled through the papers and found a letter that had not been opened. In curiosity, Benicio opened the letter, revealing a folded piece of paper titled,
"MGALA" in blue ink. 'It's from Moon,' Benicio thought to himself, loathing at the letter as he read.
"I evoke your presence at the imminent gathering tonight. This will be a good time to address certain undertakings that will regard you as well as me. This forum is not just for the boy, but also for an interchange between Ms. Alice, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Mendal. I will proceed with this discussion tonight. Bring who you must, but we will chat confidentially."
Sincerely,
Mr. Moon
