Violet's POV
All the women were in very elegant and expensive Gowns. Thankfully I didn't feel out of place, because I was sure that the dress I was wearing is elegant and expensive, just like them, which I hated so much.
Vincenzo held my hand as he walked between the people, as they all gave us stares, like we were celebrities. Well Vincenzo is indeed famous, but I hated the attention I was getting. The young ladies were giving me dirty looks, while the older women were giving envious looks, which is kind of ironic.
"Ciao Vincenzo." An old man, wearing a very neat suite addressed Vincenzo. "Who is this bella signora?" (beautiful lady). He asked eying me from my head to toe. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
"My date, Violet." Vincenzo said proudly putting a hand around my waist, as if stating his property.
"Nice meeting you Violet." He said with a smirk.
"Same." I mumbled looking at my shoes.
"Derek Palanco sta giocando un grande gioco. Dovremmo fermarlo. Pensa di poter rovesciare la mafia con lan sua piccola banda." He said in his Italian accent that I didn't understand a word he said. (Derek Polanco is playing a big game. We should stop him. He thinks he can overthrow the mafia with his small gang).
All I understand was my ex's name and my heart sped up and I felt uneasy. Why was he talking about Derek?
"Sarà qui stasera?" Vincenzo asked holding me closer, as if I was going to disappear. (He'll be here tonight)
"Si." The old man replied with a bored tone, but he looked scared from uttering a wrong word in front of Vincenzo as if he was going to kill him.
Or maybe he might.
I shivered at the thought of the man's head lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I was dying to know why they were talking about Derek. Is he here tonight?
"I see we meet again Violet?" My question just got answered as u heard Derek's voice.
Shiver ran down my spine and I want to dissappear right now. I was so uncomfortable, especially with the fact that the man was talking about him, and with the look on both Vincenzo and the man's face told me that they weren't so pleasant in seeing Derek.
"Derek Polanco, what a pleasure to see you here tonight." The old man snarled, but Derek was only looking at me.
I shifted under his gaze.
"Stop looking at her." Jacob said in a cold deadly tone.
"Why should I stop looking at my girlfriend?" Derek asked and this time it was me who snapped.
"Shut the f*ck up Derek! You are my sh*tty ex and that's it." I snapped in his face.
"The irony you have V! You left me because I got into a gang and yet here you are, with the most feared mafia leader in USA." He said smirking.
"This is none of your f*cking business." I said in a calm tone.
"Yes it–"
"Shut the fuck up, before I kill you and rip that tongue and feed it to my dogs." Vincenzo growled, and even I was scared.
"I will always want you back V." Derek said leaving us in a hurry.
After Vincenzo's that he so should run.
"Figlio di puttana." The old man muttered. (Son of a bitch).
"Violet stay with me, I don't want that fucker to come near you." Vincenzo whispered huskily in my ear. His breath tickled my neck and I shivered. He smirked at my reaction and i wanted to get away from him, but stood still as he glared at me for moving.
"Mi occuperò di lui." Vincenzo said looking around. (I will deal with him).
"Boss." We turned around to see the boys standing there.
"Yes?" Vincenzo asked.
"Everything is clear." They said and Vincenzo smirked.
"Great." Vincenzo then turned to the old man. "Ti rivedrò. Dimmi se c'è qualcosa di nuovo su Derek." They both shook hands and the man left sending me a smile. (I will see you again. Tell me if there is anything new about Derek.)
"What is going on?" I asked Vincenzo.
"Why didn't you tell me that Derek is your ex?" He asked glaring at me.
"I didn't know that it was important. Derek is only a member in a gan–" Vincenzo cut me off.
"A member? Derek is the fucking leader of the Black Vipers gang." Vincenzo snapped.
"What?" I looked at him shocked. "B–but he told me he was only joining the gang." I stuttered unable to shake off my shock.
"Well he lied to you Tesoro." He said huskily.
Why did I want to kiss him badly right now? He was so addicting and I hated it. Why was this happening to me? I was tired of the constant lies.
"I hate that son of a bitch." I nearly cried and nearly pulled my hair in frustration.
"Calm down Violet." Vincenzo shook me.
"Why did he lie to me?" I said feeling a pain in my chest.
"He is a coward, what do you expect?" He said looking at everyone here, but holding my hand in comfort.
"I am glad I dumped his ass." I snapped and Vincenzo smirked.
"Good. I don't want you having any kind of emotions for that bastard." He smirked.
"Here comes Virgilio." Gio said.
"Greta. I need to speak to him." Vincenzo said looking at the approaching of man.
"Vincenzo my man." Virgilio said beaming at Vincenzo.
"Gasper. I need to speak with you." Vincenzo said.
"Straight to the point as usual." Virgilio said.
"Voglio liberarmi di qualcuno. Non uccidere, ma allontanarlo dalla vita della banda." Vincenzo said looking intently at the old man. (I want to get rid of someone. Not kill, but get him away from the gang life.)
"Oh that's my specialty." Gaspere replied and they both smirked.
What the hell are both planning.
"Excuse me." I said.
"Violet. I told you not to leave my sight." Vincenzo said holding my hand tightly.
"I need to go to the bathroom." I said.
"Take one of the boys with you. Giovanni." Vincenzo boomed.
"What?" He said leaving an old woman he was dancing with.
Let me tell you, he was not happy.
"Take Violet to the restroom." Vincenzo said.
"From dancing to being a bodyguard. Great what next? Will you make me mo the floor to? Gio said rolling his eyes.
"Shut up." Vincenzo slapped Go on the back of his head.
"Okay okay. Come on Violet." I followed Gio laughing under my breath.
I followed him through the people until we walked in a empty hallway.
"The restroom in at the end of the hallway I will be waiting here." He said and I nodded. "Don't get yourself killed, I don't want Vincenzo to cut off my di–"
"Okay got it!" I said running away from him and entering the restroom.
"You heard about Vincenzo Mercanti being here?" I heard one girl asking.
"Yeah. They said he is so Sexy and hot." The other girl giggled.
"There was an ugly girl with him." The girl said disgustingly.
I rolled my eyes at them. Fucking go of diggers. All they want is Vincenzo's money and status.
I am NOT jealous!
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ActionViolet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she stufied art, she was working in a small restuarant. Vincezo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, US...