Infinity

Chapter 13 - The Ball: Part 1

Everyone is getting rady for the ball, we all wore black tuxedoes except for my father, who wore a dark green suit to match with my mother. A few minutes later my mother came in to see us.

"Andrea, amore mio sei bellissima."(my love you look beautiful) he kisses her while she fixes my father's bow tie.

"Children, you all look dashing." She smiles at all of us. "Vincenzo, where is your tie?" I put my hand up to my collar and realise I didn't have one. She goes up to the vanity and picks up a gold bow tie and brings it to me and places it around the collar of my shirt. She knows that I'm not the best at putting on ties, so she does it for me. Once I'm done, everyone puts their masks on head out the door. We make our way to the ballroom, people have already started arriving. I walked over to Malcolm who is head of security, and ensured that he had tightened up on security, we added extra guards around the house, to make sure no one tries to pull something off. I walk around with my siblings and welcome people. I keep an eye on my phone checking on security as well as Malcolm, with a room full of different mafia's leaders and heirs, you can never be too careful.

The ballroom is dimly lit, tables are covered in satin cloth with bouquets of red roses as centrepieces, waiters go around with appetizers and drinks. The stage has an orchestra playing fancy music, hues of orange and pink lights beam out of the stage lights.

The De Leon family stays close to my mother while Allessandro and my father go around speaking with other mafia members. Elena and Sebastian take care of Isabella. The waiter comes by with glasses of champagne. I take a glass and take a sip.

"Son, be easy on the drinks, ok." My mother pats my shoulder. I nod in response. I wouldn't say I have a drinking problem, I mostly drink when I'm angry and to take my mind off things. When I lose control.

We stand at the bottom of the grand marble staircase. There's no sight of Jasmine, she would usually keep Isabella by her side. I look around until I hear the music come to a stop. Silence drops everywhere. I turn my head to the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Then I see her. Oh my god.

Jasmine.

The devil herself looks like a golden goddess, she's walking down the steps, her hips slightly swaying side to side as she descends the steps, the golden silk fits her like a glove, accentuating her curves. The train of her dress cascades around her, the slit on her dress rises towards her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. Everyone and I mean everyone had their attention on her, I wanted to look away for one second but I couldn't. The music begins to play as she reaches the bottom. She looks around confidently, not bothering about the inappropriate stares she is getting from most of the thirsty men in here. She connects her gaze to mine as she begins to walk towards me. The diamond on her dress sparkle in the lights that surround the room. She stands right in front of me and looks up. The heat of her gaze burns against my skin.

"Now look who's staring... Salvatore," she smirks then brushes past me, her shoulder nudges mine, I turn around seeing her walk to her family and mine.

Dude was staring daggers.

Yeah well, I hope she gets stabbed.

Damn, ok.

I sit at a table with my father and some relatives of mine. I didn't appreciate the way they were looking at Jasmine.

"Who's the girl in gold?" One of my cousins asks with a sinister smirk.

"Keep eyeing her like that, and I'll make sure you don't have any eyes. Capisci?"(you understand). Then I stand up

"What's up with you? Is she yours?" my other cousin asks and starts laughing.

"Whether she's mine or not. Guardati stronzo."(watch yourself fucker) Then I walk over to my mother who's sitting at a table with Elena, Jasmine and her siblings. I take a seat next to Elena, who is too busy eyeing Sebastian. She does realise she has a boyfriend right? She's luckly Luca isn't here.

I talk to Elena and Stefano for a bit, but I can't seem to keep my eyes off of Jasmine. She looks perfect, as always. I dare anyone to say otherwise. Not soon after young couples began going to the dance floor.

"Vincenzo take Jasmine to the dance floor." We both dart our heads to my mother. I am not dancing with her.

"Andrea, I don't think that is necessary." she laughs off.

"Mama, I don't think-"

"Son, I wasn't asking." I couldn't say no, she's my mother, the only person I actually obey. I stand up and walk over to Jasmine, she looks up at me with hatred.

"Dance with me, amore." I place my hand out.

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I already hated making a grand entrance, if that wasn't a main character moment I don't know what is. I mean it felt cool, but I don't like unnecessary attention especially from these perverts in the crowd. As if the night couldn't get any worse, Andrea has forced me to dance with her devil of a son.

Play the song here

"Dance with me, amore." He wasn't asking. I'm only dancing because his mother insisted, and I see her as my own so I couldn't say no. Without hesitation, I don't take his hand instead I walk straight to the dance floor. People who were already there began to disperse and the spotlight lands on us. Great, more attention. I turn around, and his hand snakes around my waist, he takes my hand with his, they feel rough and cold against my soft, warm skin. His touch is sending shivers through my whole body. But I'm not going to let him get to me. I try to keep a distance between us but he pulls me closer to his chest, making my breath hitch. I could feel his cool breath brush against my mouth. Yes, we were that close. As the song gradually speeds in tempo, we match each other's rhythm and movement.

"Hm, so the devil dances?" I chuckle.

"You think I'm the devil? How flattering." he laughs then he spins me around by my hand, the spins me back, my back crashing onto his front, placing our hands on my stomach. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers. "Tesoro(darling). I'm far worse." Goosebumps.

We sway across the empty dance floor, as we hear cheers and whistles from the crowd. As the music was about to end, Vincenzo spins me around one final time before bringing me in then dipping me back, tracing his hand up my thigh that is slightly wrapped around his waist. I bring my head back up until our faces were dangerously close, both breathless we stare into each other's eyes, his emerald eyes sparkle in the white blinding spotlight.

We don't say anything, our eye contact explains everything. Feeling of: lust? Or resentment? We'll never know.