Temptation

chapter three

I arrived in New York just in time for the ball. My father and Lorenzo arrived a few hours since they needed to attend some meetings beforehand.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited. I loved the this life for the most part

I start to walk towards the entrance , the slit in my dress going a little higher than I wanted but I can't change anything now. I walk through the open doors to see hundreds of people all around dancing, drinking, and talking.

A man carrying a tray full of what looks like champagne walks up to me. I politely accepted and grabbed one of the fancy glass cups.

The champagne fizzed on my tongue. I watched as all the people danced around me. Of course there he was I spotted him across the room. It was like his eyes bore into my soul he smirked as he caught me staring. He looked good. I hated admitting it, I hated the way his dark suit hugged his toned body, the way the soft light made his features more alluring.

He made his way towards nothing but confidence radiated off of him. With every stride people moved out of his way

"Dance with me." he said

I drained the last of the champagne from the crystal glass. "Alright" I said quirking a delicately arched brow "Just one dance."

"Of course" he said smirking

He pulled our bodies close together when we got to the dance floor. A new song had started up, something at a faster pace, lots of violins. His hand squeezed my waist. I could feel their warmth through the material of my dress.

He spun me around. I felt a little lightheaded. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just being around him. The scent of his cologne was intoxicatingly spicy.

When the next song came on, it was a lot slower. I let out a little breath as he pulled our bodies closer together. He grinned and rested his head next to mine, his breath tickling the flesh of my ear and neck.

"You look stunning Vio" " His chest rumbled low as he spoke

It was true, this dress was beautiful. The black silk hugged my curves in a way that wasn't just sexy but classy enough to fit the occasion, and it did wonders for my legs.

That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue elegantly sent fire into my veins.

Before I could say anything gun fire went off and Alessandro swiftly took his gun out and started leading me towards a hallway

I could hear the screams of terrified women, men yelling orders. I looked up at Alessandro trying to catch an emotion on his face but nothing he was giving his best poker face.

We entered a dark bedroom. I could hear my heart pounding out of fear my brother and Father were out there.

His hand gripped my face so I was looking at him "Do not leave this room until I get you, do not open this door for anyone I don't care if they are begging you for help you stay putt" For the first time I was able to read the expression on his face anger pure seething anger .

He left the room and I was now left alone with my thoughts. I hadn't been this afraid since the attack on our house, if someone came in would I be able to kill them or would I freeze up again.

I paced the room back and forth waiting for him to come back. It had been almost an hour and the sounds of terror and gun shots had come to a halt. The moon was bright, I could see people leaving through the window, I noticed a few men limping out of here and it only made my nervousness rise.

I heard the door creak open and I whirled around reaching for the knife I kept strapped to my thigh. "Relax" Alessandro said

"Are you okay" his once white shirt stained with blood