Kidnapped by the mafia

CHAPTER 19: Party 2

Violet's POV

"What do you want Vincenzo?" I asked entering his office.

"We have a party another party today and you will be my date. Be ready by 8." He said not looking at me.

He was writing something on a paper and he was so concentrated. He looked so handsome. How can a murderer and a criminal be so handsome. Why do handsome men always have to be either jerks of mafia bosses.

"I don't want to. Last time we went to one, there was a shooting and I was nearly shot. Not to mention detective John's and his stupid questions." I rolled my eyes.

He stopped writing and looked at me.

"We are going and that's final." He snapped.

"There is no need to snap at me. Are on you on your period?" I asked him rolling my eyes.

Before he could say anything, a knock was heard. He told whoever on the other side to come in.

"Boss we have Chance in the basements." A guy said trembling.

"Okay I will be there." He said standing up.

The guy left the room in a hurry. Vincenzo had a murderer look on his face. He had a killer face on and I saw the Italian boss in front of me.

"I mean what I said Violet. Be ready by 8 or just swear it will not end good." He snapped and left the office.

"F*ck you." I murmured leaving the office behind him.

"Miss Violet, boss ordered a dress for you and you should get ready. Please follow me." Greta said.

I sighed and followed her.

I entered the room and saw a beautiful light pink dress on my bed. It was breath taking. Actually it is a gown, with long sleeves, and roses scattered on it. Whoever was choosing these dresses has food taste.

"A make up artist will come to make your make up. " She said.

"Okay thank you." I said sitting on the chair in front of a mirror.

"Hello." A young woman came in with a bag in her hand.

"Hi...?" I said unsure of what her name is.

"I am Zoe, your make up artist." She smiled.

"Hello Zoe." I said smiling at her.

"I will do a light pink make up. My favorite color." She squealed.

"Come on Zoe, boss need her to be ready in two hours, you have to start your work." Greta scowled and Zoe instantly doing my make up.

After 1 hour, my make up is ready. It was gorgeous and I looked gorgeous without even doing my hair yet.

"Okay makeup is done, I heard your friend wanted to make you hair." She smiled and left after gathering her things.

"My friend? Who is doing my hair?" I asked Greta.

"Miss Tracy." She replied curtly and I nodded.

What was she so rude to me? I literally didn't do anything to her.

"B*tch! Are you ready to get ready?" Tracy yelled entering my room.

"Is that even a sentence?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Hey! At least you will not be stuck with old Greta." She whispered and I laughed.

"I will leave you two to get ready." Greta smiled frowning and left the room.

"What is wrong with this woman?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"What is wrong with this woman?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Don't worry about her now. Your dress is amazing!" She squealed looking at it. "Look the design of its back." She smiled taking it off the bed hanging it aside.

"Yeah it is indeed gorgeous." I smiled. "I wish I was going to wear it happily." I sighed.

"Why aren't you happy V? You have a hot mafia boss that has claimed you as his. He is Italian too!" She said and I rolled my eyes at her excitement.

"It is not so colorful when you are the girl he claimed." I said and sighed, my heart beating as fast as a flying plane.

Doesn't make sense, that's exactly what is happening with my feelings.

"Just get over with my hair please." I said and turned around.

"I will make an updo." She said and I nodded.

"Do whatever you want." I replied and she nodded.

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"We are done. You and the boys will be attending this ball." Tracy said.

"Why aren't you coming?" I asked her frowning.

"Because I can't be seen in public now" She replied and I nodded.

"Shoot there is 5 minutes until it's 8 and you still didn't put the dress on." Tracy panicked and helped me putting the dress on.

"Okay we are done in 4 minutes." She said pulling me outside the room.

The boys were standing at the end of the staircase. They all looked handsome but Vincenzo stood out the most. He looked dangerous and menacing.

His eyes turned to mine and he stopped talking to Gio. He looked at me from head to toe with passion. There was an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't decipher.

"Finally." Erico snapped and left the house.

"What is he on his period?" I asked and they all laughed, except Vincenzo. He was still looking at me, like his hypnotized.

"We are ready Vincenzo." I said nudging him.

He nodded and took my hand, that fitted perfectly in his. He took me towards a SUV and we got in alone. He didn't leave my hand all the way to the party. I was feeling things that I wanted to run from. I don't want to have feelings for this man. He is a murderer and a criminal.

"What are you thinking about?" Vincenzo asked snapping me from my thoughts.

"N–nothing." I stuttered.

"Let's get out then." He said and I noticed that we arrived.

There was a long red carpet, with photographers on both sides taking photos. We got out and reporters started talking photos of us, as he held my waist firmly. We walked between the securities and the reporters asking us questions.

"Vincenzo is she your girlfriend?"

"Is she pregnant?"

"You were never seen with a woman before, are you in a serious relationship?"

Vincenzo and I kept walking, and didn't answer their questions.

We entered a big hotel and the manager welcomed us. The guys were here too as he held us to a big room. Hundreds of rich people were here. Men with guns were standing on every entrance of the ballroom and observing the people. Once people noticed us, they stopped talking and looked at Vincenzo. Some with fear, other with hatred.

"Vincenzo Mercanti, our guest of honor, and his date for tonight." Whispers fled across the room and everyone looked at me.

"Don't listen to anyone in this room. Don't answer close questions, and don't leave my sight." He said coldly, but pleadingly.

What is this party?