Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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Pov: Vincent Salvador
The king of the pride, the ghost of my fading past, now returns, haunting my present; The present and future I'm living for the sole purpose of protecting Seraphina.
"I've heard of him, Seraphina," I declare, not daring to look at her eyes because if I do, it's going to make everything a thousand times more complicated. Why does everything have to be so fucking problematic?
"W-what do you mean?" she chokes out and her voice cracks, it sounds like she trying to swallow back the tears that are trying to find their escape through her eyes, it's heartbreaking.Heartbreaking because I'm merely doing the same thing.
I guide her upstairs because if I spend one more second in that god-forbidden dungeon, I'll lose my mind. The moment we're out of the place and are at the end of the stairs, she comes to a complete stop and turns to face me. With the trepidation rising within me, I look up to meet her desperate eyes and quivering lips. "Vincent, please," she pleads and a tear falls onto her cheek. This may or may not be the end of us.
I'm swift to break my gaze away from hers and stare back at the empty floor hoping it would swallow me whole and not give me the chance to explain whatever scraps of memories I have left from my childhood, "Let's go back to our room Seraphina, please," I whisper and she sighs.
I don't expect anything and walk past her idle body until she grabs ahold of my wrist, exactly the way I did before, "Don't call me that!" she implores and her voice cracks to the point that her cry barely sounded like a gasp.
"I'm-" before I could finish my pathetic good-for-nothing apology, she cuts me off by pacing past me, "Don't say you're sorry, just d-don't. You don't- you literally-" she was having a hysterical outburst right in front of me, and all I did was stare at her. I was having my own panic outburst within me and it was like my mind & my heart were at war.
"Seraphina..." I whisper and she winces at the name I just used, she doesn't say a word and it takes an entire battle between my intelligence and my emotions to stop myself from comforting her. We're both a mess like we are trapped in the eye of a tornado where every feeling of love, hatred, every truth, every lie, and every memory of us is swirling around us, but all we do is exist. All we do is stay still, we have nothing else we can do. I don't know what's truly right and what's truly wrong, and neither does she.
I only remember glimpses of my past with Arthur, judging by the fact that the moment I heard his name, something in my mind clicked. That must've happened with Seraphina and Ares. Fuck! Just saying their name together in a fucking sentence in my mind, infuriates me to no end.
"You need to tell me what you know, it's either now or never," she says and I shake my head, "Now or never isn't an option for us, Seraphina! Whatever you think I'm about to tell you has the power to ruin us," I shout at her, instantly regretting my sudden flare, and she stops looking at me. No, look at me baby, fuck! THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING.
