I look at myself in the mirror. My face is done up and my hair is now out in soft waves. My hands feel the soft material of my Dress. It's nothing simple, but nothing obnoxious. It's black, the light material up to my thigh. It's all lace, intricate little symbols designing my skin. The straps are thin and the top cut is simple, but it compliments my body well.
This social gathering he is making me attend may as-well be the cause of my death .The Mexicans are throwing a dinner party, but everyone. As in Everyone is invited.
Isabelle walks into the room, she is wearing an emerald green dress. It looks stunning on her. It's silk, and although it's a little loose it hugs her perfectly. She has straightened her hair and the blue in her eyes are more evident than ever.
She looks beautiful.
I enjoy events like this, but I'm so sick of the people that attend them.
I decided I would move out of my father's, Again after this event. It would just be easier for me and help me avoid any more hits that would bruise me and stop me from attending.
"You look really good" I tell Isabelle moving aside and spraying some perfume
"Thanks, so do you" She replies and I turn around to find her admiring herself in the mirror.
I intertwine my arm with hers and grab our phones as we walk out of my room.
"Its really good to have u back" She whispers
"good to be back" I smile at her
"Do you now how worried we were, me and Dion when they took you, when we saw the broken glass and blood splayed out at the crash" She shivers
Fuck.
In my own captivation I never really thought about the way it might affect them. I went through some bullshit there, but nothing that really left its mark on me. I was torture yes, but I also worked for them. I worked with them.
But until I reached out to Isabelle because I had enough they probably thought I was gone.
"I'm sorry"I whisper back
I'm ashamed.
I feel bad that throughout the time I was there I thought about them but not the effect it had on them.
I just, I forgot that they would care.
I squeeze her hand in reassurance.
"You don't need to be" She gives me a sad smile and I open the front door for us to leave.
Dario smiles at us and opens the car door. We both enter and he begins to drive us to the location.
Giovanni is taking a different car to us. As if I would get in a car with him in the first place.
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Inside, the party is in full swing. Laughter and chatter fill the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of music. We weave through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with familiar faces.
But there is one familiar face I don't think I want to see.
Giovanni comes out behind me and lays a hand on my arm.
"I see you have met my lovely daughter here"he attempts at flattery with the lady named Braelyn.
She is nice and has been speaking to me about her 3 young sons, and how she doesn't want them to grow up in this business.
I understand her, everything she's saying. Because it's true. This life is disgustingly disturbing and no-one given the choice should pick it.
She has a thick accent to her voice, I want to say it's French.
"Why this is your daughter?" She raises her eyebrows at my father in disbelief and I fight the urge to remove his hand from my arm.
"Yes, Ariana, My heir" He says proudly as if he wouldn't kill me given the chance
"I see she will do a better job than you at running the Valenci Mafia, she has a type of determination and understanding that you don't" She smiles at him as if she hasn't insulted his life work and his smile drops.
I chuckle and he squeezes my arm tighter.
Braelyn seems to notice,
"Excuse us while I continue the lovely conversation I was having with your daughter" She pulls me away from Giovanni and I breathe out in relief.
"Are you okay darling?" She asks and I'm surprised by the genuine concern in her voice.
It's not often you meet someone like her in the line of work.
"I'm fine I smile at her, though I should go find my friend" I smile politely
"Your mother was Azalea yes?" She asks
"yes she was" I smile
"I knew her well" She gives me a sad smile and that's when someone walks up to her and I see three not one familiar face.
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In honour of my birthday being yesterday and the ounce of motivation I've gotten, Here's another chapter! It's short I know but there's more to come!<33
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Broken Constellation
Romance"blood on your hands they say- as though it stops there ; at your wrists, like a glove as though you could do all of this and there couldn't be a part of you that isn't stained or dripping" They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons an...
