Five Years Ago...
Love me like my demons do.
I was surrounded a stench that vaguely reminded me of putrid humid air, dark, dingy places and blood.
The chair opposite me held the man that betrayed me. Or whatever was left of him, anyway.
He was no longer recognizable, but he deserved that. Tomorrow he will be shown to all my men before returning the remains of his body to his family. They have to know that no one can betray Vincenzo Giovanni and get away with it.
To the world I was Lucca Santos, a business entrepreneur, but in the mafia world I was known as Vincenzo Giovanni, the feared Italian Godfather. A title I well deserved because I earned it.
"Boss?" Renaldo called me.
"What is it?" I snapped, irritated that he would come in the room while I was still here. He had strict orders not to. And he knew I would kill him without hesitation if he caught me at the wrong time.
"This better be important enough that you are risking your head, Renaldo." I hissed, anger slipping in my voice.
He gulped visibly.
"It's 7 Boss; you have to be at the gala at 9." He did his best not to stammer.
The Gala.
I hated going there, but I had to. For appearance sake.
After all, I was the one hosting it.
***
The gala, as expected was lavish, crowded and boring. Men all around me were chatting and showing off their trophy wives and those said wives were busy ogling other men. Most of the time, me.
So I escaped to the one place these high society prudes never dared come near.
The bar.
I don't know what repelled them so much about it, maybe they expected their dates to be the ones going to the bars and fetching them their drinks, but these high society women didn't come near it.
So it surprised me to a great extent when a beautiful girl in a tight white dress that was touching her just above her knees, came and sat right beside me. She didn't notice me and I couldn't see her properly because her long brown hair covered most of her face.
The tight dress hugged her ass and tits so perfectly that it made me hard just looking at her. She kept looking behind her from time to time, but I didn't dare talk to her.
She looked too beautiful to be real.
We sat beside each other, me not taking my eyes off her and her not even noticing me, even after knocking down drink after drink.
This time when she looked behind her she groaned out loud.
"Oh heavens." she muttered in exasperation.
"If you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight." A horribly familiar voice whispered from the seat next to her.
Christopher Adams.
"Go away, Christopher. I thought I ditched you." she mumbled giving him a nasty look.
"No you didn't, now come on, dance with me!" he pestered the poor girl who rolled her eyes irately.
"I just did. I am not going through that torture again. "She rolled her eyes.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be sitting here all alone, knocking down drinks after drinks like a fucking alcoholic!" Christopher argued.
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Violet's Seduction
Dragoste'You merely adopted darkness, I was born into it.' *** Violet had the tendency to run away from her demons and hide behind a facade that protected her from the world full of chaos and harsh reality. But what happens when she is forced to confront...
