Danger and Tattoos

High Class

               

                River's POV::

       I study myself in the mirror, looking at the loose fitting dress. This isn't what women usually wear to these terrible "high-class" parties. Every other year I've worn something tight fitting. It's not that I'm suddenly insecure and think I have a bad body.
    I have a nicer body I guess, but I'm insecure in the way I now hold myself. I have scars on my thighs, stomach, and chest. I somehow still have bruises left over.
    The door to my room swings open, revealing my mom in her tight black dress that hugs every one of her curves. "Your a mirror of my younger self."
   "Thank you, Mamma," I say. She takes my hand and squeezes it.
     "I know you don't want to go, but this is important to your father and I. What the heck are you wearing?"
    "A dress. I don't feel comfortable parading my body anymore," I say. She sighs, tilting her head at me.
    "That's not what it's about. This isn't some music festival, this is a work event. And you have to move on from what happened, sweetie," she says. I'm tired of people telling me that. "It happened, let it be in the past."
     "You try forgetting about it when every time you close your eyes, you get flashbacks."
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     We walk into the "bawl", me behind my parents like always. We shake peoples hands with people that I haven't met before. A man with grey hair gives me a sympathetic smile.
    "I'm so sorry about what happened," he says. My brows draw together in confusion them realization. I look up at my father.
    "You told people?" I ask in shock.
    "They were wondering why you were acting so different," he says, keeping a smile. "Was I not-"
   "No you weren't. Please excuse me," I say, pushing pass the man. I lean against a white pillar that looks like something from a Greek textbook. I scan over everyone in the room, trying to find one person I know, or at least my age.
    My eyes stop on the man with a tattooed neck. He definitely doesn't look like he belongs here, but does at the same time. He wears dress clothes, but with no jacket, revealing the suspenders. He shakes hands with someone, not smiling once. He also has a tattoo on his hand.
    Averting my eyes, I sigh, suddenly feeling tired. Ever sense I was young I've hated these things; I've always hated my parents line of work in general. Politics.
     "River," a soft voice says. I look to my left and see Bri. I force a smile at her. "My dad told me what happened."
   "Let me guess, my dad told yours?" I ask all too harshly. Her eyes widen at my tone.
    "Um yeah, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry it happened." With that she walks away in a hurry. I close my eyes, trying to relax myself.
    "Don't like parties?" Someone with a deep voice asks me. I look over at the person to see its the guy I had noticed before, covered in tattoos and striking blue eyes. "Or mommy and daddy forced you here?" I would usually answer the question, but for some reason he scares me. "Don't talk?" He starts doing sign language.
    Sighing, I shake my head. "I talk." He flashes me a very verify grin. I get a sick feeling in my stomach, thinking about walking away or leaving.
    "Your dressed very...appropriate." Why are you talking to me? I glance over at him. Just the look of him puts me on edge, it would put anyone on edge.
     "I don't feel comfortable dressed like the other girls," I mumble. Why would I say that?
     "Shouldn't you be dancing with someone?" His eyes are sharp enough to kill, as well as his jaw line. He crosses his arms, showing just how muscular he is.
   "No." He straightens up and fixes his tie.
    "I'm sure someone will pick you up. Have a nice night." I can't help but watch as he walks away. My heart hammers in my chest. Something about him confuses me, but I can't put my finger on it.
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                 Vito's POV

     I get in the car and take my gun out of my pocket. Fin gets in, groaning. "Your not supposed to be hooking in girls when we're on the job," he says.
    "It's not a crime to speak to an attractive women." He rills his eyes, throwing his head back.
    "Did you are Luis at all?" He asks. I shake my head. "Xander won't be happy with this
    "Is he ever happy other than when he's inside someone other than his wife?"
   "You've got a point. We need to find the guy."
     "We will."

AN: This is a very different story for me to right. I've never REALLY wrote anything based around gangs. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please comment your thoughts! Believe in yourself -Vaeh