His Piccola

[Chapter 4]

A/N

I recommend listening to this song while reading this chapter coz this is the song they're dancing to. I hope ya'll ain't mad at me for not updating for a long time......

Im not sure if this like the best or sm but Im literally outta ideas and please tell me if anything I mentioned didn't make sense.....who knew writing could be exhausting...

Happy reading <3

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Vulcan's POV:

I feel my lips quirk up in a smirk, if we still stayed friends then I would've considered an alliance but its a shame we're not, nothing I didn't expect honestly. In a mafia there's only a very few considered as 'friends' but between mafias its only war or an alliance.

After a few seconds a women from each mafia stood in front of us, in Isabella's case a man stood in front of her. She's so tall that she's only a few inches shorter than the man in front of her.

"May the dance begin" Gabriel, the leader of the French mafia said cutting the silence and the music started playing.

I took a step closer to Bianca and she mirrored my action, I held her by the waist as she rested her arms on my shoulder. The music flooded through the hall making it peaceful in a way and everyone swayed to the rhythm of it. We danced together for a while until everyone started exchanging partners, a redhead came spinning towards me and I twirled her more, I watched as she was caught by the Mexican Don. Next, a blonde with green eyes came towards me while spinning and I caught her, proceeding to dance until I spun her to the next Don.

 The next women came spinning towards me and I caught her, not paying attention to who she was or how she looked I proceeded dancing until I felt everyone's gaze on me and its then when I realize that I was dancing with Isabella and fuck she was gorgeous as hell so I took this chance to admire her irresistible beauty that got me attracted to her since the first day we met when we were kids.

 Her long jet black hair was in soft waves and her irises had swirls blue and light grey, her perfectly sculptured body feeling perfect like a puzzle piece against mine, I just felt so complete at that moment, like she was the person I was missing all this time.

 I tighten my grip on her at the thought, to the point that I can perfectly feel the rough texture of the blue glittery dress she was wearing that seemed to expose too much of her skin that made me imagine things I wasn't supposed to.

 Her skin was golden tan, her hands delicately placed on my shoulders and every touch made sparks erupt through me, too much for my liking. The ruby sapphire necklace she was wearing seemed to carry my gaze to her cleavage were the necklace elegantly rested but I quickly avert my gaze away, but I miserably fail to distract myself. 

 I can't help but admire her eyes even more, it was a shade I've never seen anyone have ever before, with swirls of slate and sky blue but they was something that always made her eyes glow and look lively ever since we were little, something unique about her that never seems to fade, except now and I may know the reason for it.

I mean who would be smiling happily if their parents died, right?, but I can't help but feel a little tug in my chest that makes me feel guilty about my actions, but I keep my shit together because I know that the Crudele's deserved it for what they did to my parents.