Vincenzo's POV
"Who is that girl with you?" Alejandro, a spanish mafia boss asked.
"Violet, my girl." I smirked.
"Never knew you have good taste in women. You always were with plastic girls and whores." Alejandro smirked.
"Yeah time to settle down I guess." I shrugged and he smiled.
"Finally man." He laughed and I rolled my eyes. "Women are eating you with their eyes." I looked around, as women looked at me with hunger in their eyes. I gave them a disgusted look.
One women have my eyes, and she is in the restroom, taking her time. I frowned when I noticed that she has been gone for 15 minutes.
Where is she?
My phone rang and I looked at the caller. It was Michael, one of my mafia members.
"Si?" (Yes?)
"Capo, la spedizione è andata a buon fine. Le armi sono al sicuro deposito." He said. I smirked (Boss, the shipment was successful. The weapons are safe in the storage.)
"Buona." I said ending the call. (Good.)
I looked around and still no sign of Violet. I grew worried. Where the fuck were they. I am definitely killing Gio. I am going to strangle him.
"Mario!" I boomed when I saw him.
"Yes?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Where the hell is Gio?" I asked.
"I don't know. I last saw him when he went with V to the restroom." He said.
"They have been gone for 25 minutes. Is it okay for a girl to be gone that long?" I asked.
"Yes." He laughed.
"Come on let's go see what is happening." I said as we walked towards the restroom.
I heard yelling and felt my blood boiling. Is he safe?
I looked at Mario and we started running, but stoped abruptly when I saw the scene in front of me.
Mario laughed and fell on the floor. I smirked and looked at Violet pulling a bimbo's hair. She was yelling profanities at the girl as Gio tried to pry her off the girl. He looked around with panic taking his phone.
"Ah thank God." He said running away from my little fighter and the bimbo. "You saved me. Now go get your girl." He said a he slapped a laughing Mario on his head.
"Violet!" I yelled and they both froze. She turned and looked at me with wide eyes, while the bimbo tried to tidy her hair and show more cleavage.
"Vincenzo." The bimbo said seductively deafening me.
"Shut up. I am not talking to you." I snapped at her and turned towards Violet. "What is going on Violet?" I asked her and she rolled her eyes.
"This bitch called me ugly." She snapped and I looked at the bimbo.
"Did you look at yourself in the mirror and said those words? Because there can't be another explanation." I smirked at her and she looked like she was going to cry. "Now leave before I snap your neck." She scurried away immediately.
"I wasn't done with her." My feisty girl said.
Cute.
"I am done here. We have to eat something and leave. I have had enough of these ridiculous parties." I said taking her hand and leading her away.
"That was amazing Violet." Mario said.
"Yeah when you are looking at it not when you have to pry them off themselves." Gio said rolling his eyes.
"Shut up both of you." I snapped at them
"I am sorry. But that b*tch deserves it." Violet said smirking.
"That is true. You are definitely not ugly." I smirked kissing her hand. She blushed and looked away.
"Vincenzo I was wondering where you disappeared." Alejandro said looking at Violet.
"What is the matter?" I asked rolling my eyes and standing in front of Violet, away from Alejandro's gaze.
"Detective Johns is here." He said with serious face.
Violet stiffened at the mention of the detective. I stayed cool, but on the inside I was boiling.
How the hell did he come in?
No one was able to enter here without an invitation. I hate these parties because every time, this detective shows up.
"Let's stay calm and steady. Don't make wrong move." I ordered my men and they both nodded.
"I am warning you. It is best if you leave early, all the eyes will be on you." Alejandro said I nodded.
"I will see you soon again." I said and he nodded.
Taking Violet's hand, I walked towards the exit where my men were waiting for me. I nodded at them, and nearly made it out, when detective John's called my name.
"Mr. Vincenzo!" He yelled and I stopped deed in my track.
"Take Violet outside." I ordered Gio. He nodded and Violet followed him giving a worried glance, but didn't say anything as they both left.
"What is it detective?" I asked bored.
"Why did Miss Violet leave?" He asked suspiciously.
"Because last time you saw her, you suffocated her with questions. It isn't you business so stay out of it." I snapped at him.
"Calm down. It was only a question." He rolled his eyes.
"Of you don't have anything else to say, I am leaving." I said already getting irritated from him.
He was an arrogant bastard who only wanted to catch me making something wrong, so he can rub it in the face of the old detective, that couldn't do it. He didn't want to bring justice, or catch the 'bad guys', it is all for his ego.
"No." He smirked. "But if that beautiful girl, what was her name? Ah, Violet, if she gets in danger because of you, you know you can give me a call." He smirked and left.
"Why can't we kill him already?" Erico grumbled.
"It is not his time yet." I said and he nodded, rolling his eyes.
"I hope his time comes quickly." Paolo said I smirked.
"Soon, very soon."
VOILET'S POV
"What is going to happen?" I asked Gio, but he only shrugged.
"Detective Johns will most probably get on the boss's nerves and either he will end up killing him with a knife, or kill him with his gun. Less trouble." Gio laughed evilly and I simply rolled my eyes.
"In a party full of people and police, he will do no such thing." I said, afraid already of the consequences that Vincenzo might face.
He can go to hell, why do I care?
"You are smart little one." Gio smirked. "You know he will talk with him, then come out and blow out heads with orders." I nodded and looked back, as Vincenzo got out with the boys.
He got in the car next to me, in the back seat, as Mario got in the front seat.
"So? What happened?" I asked Vincenzo.
"Nothing much. He is just getting on my nerves more and I am thinking of more ways to kill him and get rid of his annoying self." Vincenzo smirked as he put his hand around my waist.
"You looked gorgeous tonight." He whispered in my ear and I looked scarlet red.
Way to end the evening.
I sighed mentally as I relaxed in his arms.
The arms of my kidnapper.
YOU ARE READING
Kidnapped by the mafia
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...