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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It's been a few days now and nothing has happened. Actually lived a some what normal life, I cant get over how strange this life is. N/ow that I am 'in the circle' more things have happened at the house. Guns have been left around, i've seen briefcases of white packets now on numerous occasions as well as blood stains hands. But I leave them questions unanswered.
Today has been an easy day, I've stayed in my room and read my book, i've heard Mat down stairs, he worked from home today. Tonight we have a family dinner at Zietto's restaurant in Florence. Zietto I believe is an uncle of Mateos however he could have said cousin, he is not blood related I think he is simply married not one of Alejandros ,many siblings.
I am brought out of my thoughts as their is a sharp knock on my bedroom door, I hum in response as I turn back to my book. The door opens to an exhausted Mateo, his jacket is no longer on and his tie is draped around his neck. His shirt is still tucked into his slacks but the first few buttons are open exposing his tattoos.
He lay's on the bed, resting his head against my bent legs, he hung the back of my calves. Seconds later, he lifts up, pushing my legs apart and he rests his he'd on my stomach, 'is that better." I ask as his arms snake around my back.
He hums in response and I chuckle placing my book down on the bed. "Whats wrong?" I ask him and he just shakes his head lifting my top and slowly pushing his head underneath. He blows a raspberry against my skin, my laughter fills the air and I cant help but feel happy.
"Mateo!" I shout through my laugh and he slowly removes his head as he pulls himself higher till his face is just above mine. He flips us over as my legs land either side of him on the bed. His hands find my waist pushing my down and I giggle when I land on his stomach. I slowly trail my hands up his stomach to his chest where I begin to trace the tattoo there.
"Why do you love me?" He questions as he watches my fingers trace there ink, I shrug my shoulder and he sighs.
"Why?" I ask watching him just rests his head back on the pillows. "You don't think you can be loved do you?" he looks at me, a look i've never seen Mateo ever wear. He's uncertain about something.
"Gianna. You simply are the most beautiful girl inside and out. Who wouldn't love you?" he asks and I can tell, he doesn't think the same of himself.
"Mateo, shut up. Look what you have done for me. The lengths you go to protect the ones you love is outstanding. You love in your own way. Im not saying you're the most warm fuzzy person ive ever met yet you make me feel loved." I explain and he leans forward, his hands glued to my waist as he crashes his lips down on mine.
He pulls away and buck his hips causing me to fall and bounce into the bed beside us. "Now get your ass ready, we are going to be late." he laughs leaving the room. "Oh and Gianna, not that you already don't. You need to look hot as fuck tonight." he calls as the door shuts and I giggle standing from the bed.
