White angel

Part 3

"These are my daughters" my father announced turning to face Gia first. She was always first.

Gia rose her chest to accentuate her fake breasts. She stroked her hair in front of her face back and extended her arm to greet him.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes. She did this with every man she greeted it was becoming a bore to watch. The toothy smile and playful laugh that fell after was getting old.

Fabiano didn't reach to touch her hand only nodded before moving away that I had to stifle in a laugh from anyone noticing. It was funny seeing how her face slacked in disappointment when he didn't reach for her hand or mutter a single word.

"Juliette" my name on my fathers tongue something harsh. I guess my plan to remain discreet failed because eight pair of eyes flew my direction.

"And this" he sighed through his nose. I was who exactly? The burden he carried with him just to resent me for my mother's actions. The daughter of a whore who learnt her lesson. Honestly the list of things he could blame me for my mother's actions were countless.

His eyes pierced through me as he spoke out my name "this is Juliette" he couldn't say it fast enough like it had burnt his tongue.

Fabiano didn't move from his spot only rotated his head to face me slightly inclining his head. I did the same not bothering to show I had an interest that he was here or not. The only reason I was here was because it was a demand and I had to follow.

His men soon walked in after we started walking towards the doors of the party. The sound of cheers and laughter sang on each corner not giving anyone the room to think.

As we walked, I felt someone sweep past me, their arm gently grazing my own. A low gasp left my lips startled from the sudden contact. My first thought was my father. Maybe laughing at his star child was a bad idea and he'd make an example of me, but when I looked up I found a tall figure walk pass me, the back of his head now in front of me.

Fabiano moved to walk besides my father as we neared the glass doors. When they opened a few cheers and mumbles erupted. Either from delight of this new alliance or a personal grudge they hadn't settled.

Once I got in, I instantly made my way to a corner secluding myself from everyone, so I didn't hear their low whispers about me or the look of pure disgust they never tried to hide.

"I knew I'd find you here" my heart jumped at the sound of his calm voice.

I looked up and found Carlos standing as tall as ever. His tuxedo fit every inch of him perfectly and his blonde hair placed neatly on top of his head. His blue ocean eyes beamed when he figured I've been staring.

The laugh sounded forced leaving my mouth "hello Carlos" I smiled my cheeks going red.

"Hello carina, how are you this evening" he replied with a smug look.

The thing with me and Carlos was I had the hugest crush on him. It began when we met 8 years ago. His father had become the new underboss in Philadelphia and had thrown a huge party.

He was the first person to show me kindness. Maybe it was because he had no idea on who I was or the past that followed me every where, but I didn't care. Soon enough he did find out from Gia yet he never changed his perspective of me and I couldn't help but admire him for it.

"Great" I answered trying to keep my heart beat under control "and you, how was your date?" It slightly hurt knowing he went on date after date but it was his fathers Demand that he went on them, so I sort of understood.

He rolled his eyes from the question returning to face me with a droll look "she talks too much and has this weird obsession with zodiac signs".

I let out a chuckle. Even if I did feel the pang of jealousy whenever he brought up going on dates, it was funny hearing about them after. "How unfortunate. Maybe next time" patting his forearm.

He watched as I did it and my face grew hot. His stare was too much, I felt as if I'd burst from his small expression. "I was wondering-"

"CALLY" Gia screamed heading our way. Her cousins following after her squealing at whatever they found interesting. I'm surprised my ears didn't bleed.

Carlos let out a tired sign and turned to face her, giving a welcoming smile "Gia" he returned "how are you".

Gia wrapped her arms around him in a tight squeeze. "I missed you so much" her lips turned into a pout "why don't you come to visit anymore"

"I live all the way in philly Gia, I'm sorry"

She opened her mouth to speak but her eyes found mine and I took that as A cue to leave.

"What are you doing with her" she spat pointing her nose at me like I committed some unforgivable crime talking to Carlos.

"I was just leaving" I muttered. Sometimes I would wait to see what Carlos would do. Maybe he would speak up to her this time and say he didn't want me gone.

My efforts would be wasted like right now, he gave me a sympathetic look, the same one he would give each time Gia interrupted.

I shook my head to myself taking cautious steps out of the room. It was foolish of me to think he would do anything. After all it was Gia, if my father had found out someone had upset her he would have personally dealt with them.

My feet took me to the library. The smell of old books and burnt cigar waft through my nose sending a warm feeling.

My hands skimmed along side the spines, the feel of leather tingling the tip of my finger. If it was one thing that would make me happy it was this.

The book I was reading last night still remained on the side table near the fire place. It's pages untouched waiting for me to pick it up and read.

"I'm telling you this is a bad idea" someone spoke from a cross the room.

Shit.

No one ever entered the library, no one except the maids that cleaned and me.

I had no time to think, hiding between two shelves trying my best to slow my heart rate. I would definitely be in trouble if someone figured I was in here. It wasn't like I could interrupt there conversation and walk out. I'd be killed.

"This is the only one we have Roberto" a dark voice commented "this needs to last only a couple of months and when we have what we need we call everything off"

"They could start a war on us Fabiano, don't be stupid"

Yep I was most definitely dead. Spying on another Don sealed my death and my father would have to accept it. Those were the rules. I held my breath in tighter.

"It won't lead to that we have-"

A book fell from the shelf besides me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The room suddenly became silent. The only sounds where the cracking off the wood on the fireplace and the light breathing of both men.

"We'll talk about this later" Fabiano announced to his companion. I stayed this way until I heard the click of the door.

I let out a huge breath of relief. The muscles of my back became lose as I squeezed myself out. I was lucky enough they didn't find me.

My heels slapped onto the floor walking my way outside. I think it's best if I headed back to the party.

" I don't think that's a good idea"

I'm doomed.