Time stood still. The voices that surrounded me melted away. A pair of piercing grey eyes bore into my hazel ones; I felt something in a long time. It was a strange, foreign feeling. One that wasn't hatred or anger or loneliness. I didn't believe in...
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And no she isn't emo 😔
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Belladonna's POV: I placed the dress on, insecure about the way the dress hugged my figure.
It was a rich, black silk gown, with a plunging neckline and a large slit revealing the top of my right thigh.
I paired the dress, with my classic red bottoms, black silk gloves and a minimalistic necklace with a black diamond that hung in the centre.
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Underneath the dress, my gun was hidden safely.
I stared at myself in the mirror. My gloves covered my tattoo sleeves and my tattoos covered my scars.
They were not battle scars.
I grabbed a black quilted purse with a matching silver chain and headed downstairs.
I got into the backseat of limousine and Rio got into the passenger seat.
I fiddled with my long matte black acrylics, during the drive.
Large events had always made me nervous, the irony. However, my face morphed into an impassive mask and I got out of the car.
Rio accompanied me into the luxurious building. This time it was disguised as a gathering to appreciate America's art history. Or some bullshit like that.
Large marble pillars and high ceilings surrounded us. Dozens of tables, with silk coverings, pieces of art lined the walls; it looked like something from seventeenth century royalty.
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I confidently stepped into the room, hearing the click of my heels. All the heads turned to me and a muscular man wearing a white suit greeted me.
"Welcome Miss Ricci," he said.
"It's Bella, I'm assuming your Rico,"
"That's my name, enjoying the party?" He smirked suggestively.
I pushed him out of the way. Pleasantries were never my thing.
I headed towards the desert table. Sweet treats always calmed me down.
After all, this was only a facade. I was waiting for the real show.
***
Hours later I sat at a table, with a place holder with my name engraved in gold italics.
Around the table, there were officials who handled the mafia buisness on the inside and others like me, who were independent, but powerful.
Behind us stood our bodyguards. Of course, everyone was already armed, but extra backup never hurt anyone. Leo stood behind me, alert and ready for anything.
These 'gatherings' were known to be unpredictable and often violent. Last year, a shooting had occurred yet it was covered up as a shooting from a nearby gang.
I mean, they weren't wrong. That man- what was his name? Oh Rico, appeared before me once again. This guy really didn't know how to take a hint.
However, behind him was someone unfamilliar.
Piercing grey eyes, perfectly tousled hair. Who is that?
A/N
Hey guys!
So I know the chapters are really short st the moment but just bear with me.
