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: Seraphina Angela
Today is the day of the Ball, the second underworld reunion ball.
The day I've been rueing all week, silently all my life even because I know a day would come which would inevitably ruin my entire life. Today is probably that day.
"This looks fine, right?" I twist in my heels to ask Vincent who has been on edge all morning, so have I but I'm better at hiding it than he is.
Currently, he's seated on the edge of the bed, taking long puffs of his cigarette, his leg is anxiously bouncing up and down and he's pinching the bridge of his nose. His hair is a styled mess on his head and he's wearing a black formal suit to match my black formal dress.
I sigh and drop my head to walk up to him, "Yeah- yeah sorry, did you say something?" he disorientedly whispers. I hate seeing him like this, "Vinnie, you need to calm down, only with a calm mind will this night go by smoothly," I murmur and take the cig out of his hold.
He rolls his neck lazily and manspreads to adjust himself comfortably on the bed, "Yeah Angel, the night will go by ever so smoothly with a calm mind and my bullet through someone's head," he grits out with a shit-faced grin and I roll my eyes.
I lift my dress up to my hips and sit on his lap, his legs snapping together while my I seal my lips with his, "You taste like cigarettes and regret, baby," I whisper into his mouth and his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, sending shivers across my spine.
His long fingers wrap around my throat, lifting my lips off him and my eyes lock with his blue ones drenched in passion, "You can't taste regret," he mumbles and darts his eyes between my lips and my eyes, "But I can see it."
He sighs and drops his head on my shoulder, I kiss the side of his head and thread my fingers through his hair. "We're going to get through this together, okay? You live..." I whisper into his hair and he lightly pecks my skin before he completes my sentence, "I live too."
As I'm comforting him, I feel comforted myself. For the first time, I've come to realize that he has not just taught me that I can be loved, but he has taught me to love myself. That's the power our love holds, after all these years, it remained a secret within our growing hearts just to reunite us once again. And here we are.
"Listen to me, okay? My mom used to tell me this all the time - When you're a sinner, the kindness of your heart is the best thing you could give to the world. And when the world falls dead silent, the words that come out of your mouth matter the most." I tell him and he hugs me tighter.
He hums in response as I go on, "I want you to be able to use your words and not your force, Vince. I need you to be able to talk things out without having to bust your damn knuckles over everything, I just don't want you getting hurt anymore," I breathe out, hoping I didn't jinx anything, and all he does is faintly chuckle in response.
