Two complete opposite. Two wondering souls looking for a place to belong.
Gianna, 18, is a fragile girl who is longing to be loved. By anyone, brother, father even lover, she is just looking for someone to fill that void she is trying so hard to...
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The annual Mafia ball. The worst evening off the year. Why anyone thought this was a good idea will never register in my head, and evening filled with a room of wars. Foes, some feuds left down through ancestors who are long past. I have no idea because as soon as the the clock strikes midnight the truce drops and the guns come out. The ball is merely a day for those of the women to think their monsters of husbands are good people, putting their feuds aside for one day for a cause. The cause is to inflate there ego and maybe get some once they get home.
Yet somehow it seems worth it as I look across the room to see the smile that Gianna is wearing. Her gorgeous face lights up at something my sister said, her hands wrapped around the stem of a champagne glass yet my mind cant help but wonder what her hands would feel like wrapped around a stem of mine.
Somehow watching her laugh and smile brightens the room and I don't seem to be the only one noticing. Eyes watch her, I am not stupid it is clear how beautiful she really is. I knew I could never do anything about her beauty yet if this was a month ago I would be plotting their murders.
Trust me the thought has passed my mind yet Gianna mentioned to me not to be jealous yet to bask in the glory thats he is mine. That stye can look at her all they want yet at the end of the day she mention my look is the only one that mattered. So here I am, staring at the worlds most beautiful girl from across the room as she laughs with my sister.
"I saw your little beauty and the beast routine when you got here." Clarissa deadpans next to me yet her voice is distant. I turn to her as she shoots daggers in my girls back yet I just chuckle recognising the jealousy. The jealousy I once shared when I saw her with Carter, yet i've found my diamonds and she knows that.
It feels good though. know it is pissing her off, knowing that I am happy with another. I thought I loved her, uncommon to the word as i've never loved one before yet I thought thats what me and Clarissa shared. Yet it was merely sex, I fucked her. The good sex blinded my vision making me believe i had feelings for her yet the way I feel about Gianna, Clarissa is nothing compared to her. I walk into a room searching for her, hell she could be in Russia and I would still search for her in a room.
"Three years, three years we shared and you never looked at me the way you look at her." She hisses now turning to me, I raise the whiskey glass to my lips as I look down at her. She bats her lashes at me and I tip the remainder of my drink into my mouth before placing the glass back down on the table beside me.
I press my hand firmly against the table cloth leaning against it slightly as I turn my body to her, "What do you want Clarissa?" I ask. My tone was one of disgust as my eyes find their way back to Gianna, she now stands with Gio and Elijah. Mis sister has become occupied teaching Elio how to dance on the somewhat of a dance floor there is to the centre of the ball room.
"I miss you Matty." placing her hand onto of my I tense as her touch burns my skin like poison. I once crave her touch yet it is clear, the lust clouded my judgment as I now want to take a hour long bath after the bitch simply touched my hand. I feel dirt that she is even talking to em right now.
