My Mafia

Chapter 7

*Giovanni's POV*

"No way that is so interesting," I say to the lady in the bright pink dress that blinded me for a moment as she entered the house. She has a matching hat that has a piece of lace that she considers to be her mask. Lady the lace isn't doing shit. Botched Barbie was telling me that she was so into charity work ever since she gave a homeless kid half of her muffin.

"At first I didn't want to give it to the kid but I'm so generous."

I wish I could tell her to shut the fuck up but I don't because I know Mateo would force me into scrubbing all toilets with my toothbrush and them shove the same toothbrush down my esophagus. Instead of being chocked by my own toothbrush I think that id rather get chocked my a pretty women that has big goals.

"Ok so then after I saw the tears in the poor child's eyes, I tell the kid 'take it' and he takes it and thanks me." She continues with her slightly disturbing story.

I continue with not listening to her and nodding my head every once in a while. After entering the ball room, I point her towards a table full of talkative fucks who blew my ears up with their "charitable deeds."

Mateo never gave me a list of where people should be seated. I think my seating chart is fine.

The walking chewed up piece of bubble gum walks over to the table and begins telling them the story about her muffin story. I pretend to dust off my shoulder and walk back to the door, to escort people to their seats.

While standing by the front door, a women in a silk dark green dress walks towards the entrance of the house. She elegantly walks up the stairs, she wears black heels with red bottoms. From a distance I notice scars on her legs, nasty scars that never properly healed. Maybe, I don't know I'm not a fucking doctor, that's Ella's job.

I continue staring at her which maybe makes me look like a whole ass creep but do I care? Nope not at fucking-all. She has bright colored eyes and dark hair, identical to the hair and eyes of the women I chased a couple days ago.

"Dildo girl?" I say as she is a foot away from me.

She looks me up and down and walks away silently. As she passes me I smell her perfume, again not in a creapy way but in a like- what the fuck- who am I trying to convince, I was smelling her.

I completely abandon my job and chase after her. Mateo what were you thinking, you knew I'd get distracted. While walking away I turn and see Paul go and take my job. "You the man Paul." I whisper and give him a small salute. I continue after her, not run but more of a like granny jog. I don't want to alarm the guests.

I spot her sitting alone at an empty table with a glass of dark red wine in her hand. As I start to approach her a hand on my shoulder stops me.

"Giovanni, my man." The voice behind me says stopping me from confronting the weapon thief.

I turn and see a old friend of mine from collage. We used to dorm together and he'd get me into all the frat parties. Yes, I went to frat parties I'm
not proud of my past but I'm not ashamed either. "Vinny, it's been too long. How's your hot mom?" His mom was a whole MILF, just saying.

He smiles and counters. "How's Olivia." She used to be obsessed with Vinny, I think she still might be this man is lowkey hot, but not in a gay way but in like a 'your a good guy for my sister and you would make babies I wouldn't be ashamed to call my nieces and nephews'.

Not wanting to have this conversation take all night, I give him a bro hug. "Go ask her yourself big boy. I'm going to go find your mom." I tell him before walking away.

People are on the dance floor, elegantly dancing because this is a high class charity event which is fucking boring in my opinion. Dance like a headless chicken that's more fun. Mateo and Angela mingle around the room, creating new connections with certain people and strengthening other alliance. The boxes that are located near body guards are being filled by checks.

The music changes into a romantic waltz and I turn around, looking. Dancing has always been a passion of mine. As a child I would always be dancing with my sister instead of talking business with men in suits that cost more than my whole, you get the point.

I walk towards the back of the room and extend my head towards the weapon thief. "May I have this dance?"

She looks at me, finished her glass of wine in one gulp and takes my hand. As she guides me to the dance floor, I look at her scarred hands and scarred arms. Some scars look recent while others are faded and barely visible.

She doesn't notice me completely memorizing the placements of her scars, and we begin to dance. We float around the dance floor, her heals matching my pace. She moves with so much technique and elegance, everyone looking at her can see that she knows what she is doing. As we continue dancing, people back away, moving to give us room. I spin the beautiful dancer, waiting to see if she will do it right. After confirming that she can do the spin correctly, I spin her seven times, one of the hardest dance moves, each spin being faster than the last. She perfects every single one, and not messing up a single step after finishing the seven spins.

"What is your name," I whisper to her before dripping her down. My hand on her back steadies her as she raises her leg and places it against my thigh.

"Alethea," her rich voice replies to me for the first time tonight.

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Authors Note

-I tried not to rush into the story too much like last time.
-give me your thoughts about this chapter :)
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