-Vincenzo-

"Is it done?" I asked, taking a sip of my whiskey. "Yup," Dante replied, giving me a weird look.

"What?" I asked, glancing out the window again.

My eyes widened slightly as she came out the building. She looked hot in her white clothes that showed off her beautiful body. Her makeup made her seem fierce and confident and she was walking with her hips. Every time they dropped, her butt wiggle under her clothing. Her dark hair was messily laid on her shoulders, and her long eyelashes that were coated with mascara brought out the sparkle in her eyes.

Her lips were covered with dark matte lipstick which brought out the outline of them well and when they parted for her to speak, her teeth were pearl white, practically shining. She had her small diamond nose stud in and was wearing the diamond necklace I had given her on our anniversary when we were together. I didn't think that she still had it. Her short, white top showed her toned cleavage and her skirt hugged her hips. Mmm, she looked good.

Dante chuckled, standing beside me and taking the drink out of my hand, turning it around and sipping it. "You seriously screwed up, big bro." I rolled my eyes, snatching my drink away from him and wiping the place where he drank with a tissue. He scoffed, "we share the same saliva!"

"I have no idea what Valentina sees in you," I murmured, watching as Mia laughed while talking with Valentina, her hand on her hip. I looked around, people were staring at her, men included. My jaw tightened. "Love," Dante replied, glancing at Mia also. "Mia hates you."

"Gee, thanks."

"Whatcha gon' do 'bout it?"

I huffed, "we aren't together. She doesn't want me and I don't need her. I'm not going to cry over it. I continue with my life and she goes on with hers." Dante laughed, "yeah? Wait until you go down there. I'll be watching." I rolled my eyes again, irritated.

I watched as one of my men approached her, giving her a hug that seemed too cosy. She smiled, kissing his cheek and placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment as the talked before putting it back by her side. I slammed the cup on the table, "she seems cosy with him." 

Dante raised an eyebrow, "who? Donatello? Didn't you just say what you guys weren't together? He's got a girl anyway."

"Exactly," I said, storming out the room.

-Mia-

I bursted out laughing, "seriously?" He nodded, laughing also, "I never went back into that arcade again!"

I continued laughing, attempting not to cry with laughter. Valentina had gone to chat with another maid.

We had moved to sit on two hammock chairs by a small fire I had made and were having an entertaining conversation. Donatello was funny and seemed to have a lot of embarrassing moments for someone who was involved in the mafia.

He was interesting and a nice company to have and I enjoyed being around him. "What's your favourite colour?" I asked him, drinking a bit of my J2o.

He thought for a moment. "I never really had one," I raised an eyebrow, wanting him to continue. "I don't know. .I've never really seen the point in having a favourite colour. It's not really going to help you in life." I nodded, understanding. "It's nice to have one though. It's like a lucky charm for me sometimes."

"Okay then, orange."

"Why?"

"It's not a colour that people usually go for so why not?"

"That's nice," I told him, smiling kindly. "Alrighty, next question to get to know you: are you a dog person or a cat person?" This was one of the most important questions ever made to me. "Ehh. .fish person." I bursted out laughing, "fish?" He nodded, grinning widely, "fishes are calm and don't make noise." I shook my head, smiling wider.

"Hey, I'm gonna get another drink, wanna refill?" Don asked as he stood. I nodded, thanking him and passing him my empty bottle as he left to go get some more drinks.

It was great hanging out with him, forgetting about every other crazy thing in my life and just having a normal conversation with someone.

I looked around. People were dancing to the catchy foreign song playing, some sitting on the plastic chairs, talking or eating, some by the barbecues, cooking or some kissing in a corner. The sun was setting and the sky was darkening as the sky prepared for night. Valentina was with Dante, laughing and standing close together before soon kissing and holding each other close, they were adorable.

I glanced around, watching everyone have a good time as I waited and noticed some ribs on someone's lap. I made a mental note to get some for Cat. As I looked around, my eyes fell upon a particular confusing and annoying yet handsome man, sat on a large plush chair, made for a king, with two women wearing short leather mini skirts on his legs. One on his left, one on his right.

The women were laughing, their hands on his chest or tangled in his soft hair. I bit my lip as I watched how his hands slid around their waist, squeezing one of their butt cheeks. The women squealed, giggling. One of them, the blonde one, kissed his cheek while the other moved dangerously closer to his crotch.

Vincenzo was surrounded by some of his men, also with women around them and he had a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke slowly flying out his mouth as he exhaled. The women fake coughed, still giggling like little girls.

He had his lip ring in - the sliver one that always felt good against my lips whenever we kissed. Urgh, don't think about that, Mia!

His eyes moved around the area before catching with mine. My heart skipped a beat. He smirked a little as two more girls came over, their hands on his shoulders as one of them kissed his neck, her arms wrapping around it. I scoffed quietly, mean words floating around my head.

He was doing this on purpose - trying to make me jealous and it was working. I wanted to throw those desperate women off him and show that he was mine - but he wasn't. That was the thing. We weren't together and could do whatever we wanted without each other. That was what Vincenzo was trying to prove. That I still wanted him.

"Got the drinks," Donatello said, smiling kindly and coming closer as he handed me another cold mango and orange J20. "Thanks," I said, taking a sip and attempting not to look at Vincenzo.

The blonde woman was kissing him. .

I forced my eyes to lock in Don's. "So how long have you been in the mafia?" I asked, trying to change my mood. He sat on the other hammock chair, "hmm. .six years, I think." My eyes widened, "what made you do it?" Don chuckled, "you don't choose, Mia."

My eyebrows furrowed. "My family have been in this business for centuries. I happened to be a new heir for the new place in the mafia. When you come of age, that's when you go."

"What age were you?"

"Eighteen. But I only started when I was twenty."

Something about the way he said that sentence made me feel as though he didn't want to continue talking about the mafia so I didn't.

For a while we continued to talk about different subjects, making each other laugh and learning surprising facts about each other.

Donatello's tongue could touch his nose and when he started wiggling it, somehow we got to a topic of romance.

"So, who's your boyfriend?" Don asked me, sipping his coke. I let out a short laugh, "I'm single." I couldn't help but glance at Vincenzo who seemed to have a good time with four needy women around him. "What about you?"

Don shrugged, "single too."

My eyes widened, "you? You're single?" Donatello was handsome and it was surprising that he wasn't in a relationship. He seemed like the type of guy who was. He nodded, grinning, "why is that so surprising?"

I took a sip of my drink, feeling warm, "I don't know. A guy as handsome as you should be in one."
"Well, a woman as attractive as you should be in one too." I blushed, looking down for a moment before looking back at him. "Thanks. ."

"Mia, I don't know if you've been having a good time but I have," he said, giving me a warm smile, "it's been great talking with you and I feel like I've known you forever."

I nodded, smiling genuinely, "me too."

"I feel as though I have a connection with you."

"So do I. I feel as though I could tell you anything," I stopped swinging on my hammock and looked him in his gorgeous eyes. "It's been great getting to know you and I really like being around you." I bit my lip, feeling giddy. "Do you want to go to the city sometime? Grab a coffee?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" I asked, already knowing what he was going to say next. He blushed which I found cute, "yeah. Do you want to go on a date with me?"

"When?" I asked, smiling widely as my hands began to feel sweaty. "Tomorrow?"

I nodded, "sure. I like being around you too." I wasn't lying, I did like being around Don. He was kind, funny and seemed to make me smile so much that it hurt. Maybe going out with Don would make the feelings that I had with Vincenzo vanish. Being with Don made me happy. It was time I moved on.

I leaned forwards and pressed my lips against his for a short moment and was about to pull away when someone yelled Donatello's name. I moved away, my eyebrows furrowing as I saw who was approaching us.

"Fran," Don said, colour draining from his face. I was confused. Francesca was coming over, with long angry strides. She was wearing a cream dress that showed off her curves with a pair of black heels. She looked gorgeous.

Puzzled, I watched as she came over, and threw the necklace around her neck at him. "That's it!" She yelled, tears in her eyes, "we're over!" Francesca stormed away, going into the crowd and disappearing.

I turned to him, my face fuming. He gave me a pitiful look. "What the hell was that?"

"Here's your ribs, coated with tasty barbecue sauce," I said, passing Cat her ribs in a plastic container. She took off her old fashioned, gold, circular glasses that she used for reading and thanked me, immediately moaning as she took a bite. "Mmm."

I smiled softly, Bambi on my lap as she slept. "You look really nice," Cat said, her eyes skimming across my body quickly before resting on my face. "Thanks," I said sadly, looking down. Things didn't go so well with Donatello.

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

So I explained to her about my good conversation with Donatello, how Vincenzo was making me jealous and what happened when Francesca came. "He told me that he was planning on breaking up with her anyway, but didn't get the chance to. They were arguing all the time apparently. Then, he said that he started liking me and couldn't stop. So I told him that I didn't want to talk to him anymore, that he made me seem like the bad one in the situation. I don't want to see him again. It's a shame because I was actually starting to like him." I sighed, placing Bambi into her cot and draping a blanket over her before sitting back down. "I'm sick of men."

"Men are trash, Beyoncé said it," Cat replied, attempting to make me smile. "Screw Don. Screw Vincenzo. You don't need a man, Mia. You are your own woman. Keep your head high and carry on. Once six months have passed, get the hell out of this place and move on with you're life." I nodded.

"Thanks, Cat. Whatcha reading?" I asked, glancing over at her book. Swallowing a piece of rib she said, "Divergent."

I grinned, "it's a great book and film. Enjoy it." She thanked me, chewing her rib, "mm! This is so good! You want some?" I shook my head, patting my stomach, "I'm stuffed. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams."

She said goodbye and I left to go to the bathroom. After doing my business, I walked out to see Francesca with her arms folded as she came out a room.

I parted my mouth to speak when she stopped me, "it's not your fault. Don't worry about it." I blinked as she gave me a smile which I did in return as she left to go into the bathroom.

I sighed. It was a long day.

I went into my room, taking off my shoes and unclipping my jewellery. Raking my hand through my hair, I walked into the bathroom and took off my makeup before twisting the shower on and going in.

Afterwards, I dried myself and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me. I walked into my room seeing him laying on my bed. .with his shoes on.

"Mia."

I rolled my eyes, taking my hairdryer and quickly drying my hair, running my fingers through it. After a while of drying my hair, I braided it before taking out my pyjamas and taking off my towel, throwing it at him. I slid into them quickly before going onto the bed and slipping under the covers.

"You got changed so casually."

"You've seen it all before."

I snuggled into my cushion, closing my eyes and attempting to sleep. "So, Donatello. ." He started.

"So, blondes?"

"You jealous?"

"Nah, just tired, Mr Rossi. Would you mind getting the hell out of my room?" I mumbled, feeling exhausted. I was turned away from him, laying on my side and facing the wall. He chuckled, "So it's like that? Formalities?"

"Is there a problem, sir?"

I heard him stand up. "Goodnight, Miss Feather. I expect you ready for work bright and early tomorrow."

He slammed the door shut, not even bothering to turn off the lights. Good thing I could clap.

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