THIRD POV
Standing in a corner of the ball where figures moved about talking animatedly and laughing.
the chattering voices irritated camilla a little so she decided to walk further into the hall.
The girls had all gone their seperate ways with their partners and here she is alone.
The rich of the rich attended the mafia ball all of them clad in the best and expensive attires as if to show case their wealth.
Walking around aimlessly she seems to be attracting the gazes of the people around, just like her sister camilla is no doubt a stunning beauty able to turn heads like serene.
A scene in front of her makes her freeze while she looks at the figure standing there.
He stands there wearing an Expensive well ironed Armani three pieces black suit,his italian black shoes polished to perfection, Camilla looks at his beautiful blonde hair which she used to love running her hands through and his smouldering grey eyes that always looked stormy.
His chiseled sharp jaw is clenched in anger and looking properly Camilla sees the reason why,A blonde stands in front of him her long manicured nails touching his arms slowly while she giggles foolishly.
Irritated Camilla walks towards them wrapping her hand around his.
''Get out''She tells the blonde who glares at her letting out a snort.
''And who do you think you are''The blonde asks her voice high pitched and annoying to the ears.
''Camilla De vitto,his woman''She tells the blonde whose eyes widen in recognition while fear swirls in her brown orbs.
''I-I sorry''She stutters before running off and camilla lets out a short laugh at the girl's expression.
She feels giovanni removing her hands around his before he starts walking off towards a hallway.
''Gio''Camilla calls out her voice pleading and soft while she walks towards the angry man, Gio continues walking his fist clenched in the pocket of his trousers.
''Gio please''Camilla calls out again and she is yet again ignored.
Giovanni continues walking his shoulder tense while his pink lips are pressed in a straight line.
He never expected to meet her here and if he had known he would never have come to the party.
This woman scared him because she is the only woman capable of making him feel this way.
''Giovanni''Camilla says before standing in front of him using her body to shield him from walking.
Her face shows how distressed and sad she is while his remains emotionless and cold.
''Please Gio it has been three years''Camilla tells him her voice pleading.
Angered at her words anger blazes in his eyes and he raises his hands pinning her on the wall beside them.
''Three years''Giovanni grits out his face tense and his voice is filled with anger.
''Three fucking years mean nothing to you''He spits out glaring heatedly at her.
''They mean nothing because all you ever do is pretend,pretend,pretend Miss De vitto.I don't want to see you close to me'' Giovanni says before trying to free himself from her when she suddenly pushes herself closer to him placing her lips on his.
Their lips move in sync and Giovanni becomes lost in the moment,he missed this so much but he is never going to tell her.
Chests pressed against each others breathing heavily with their lips moving in sync,Camilla runs her hands through his hair while Giovanni's hand run through her body.
His hand reaches and gently squeezes the mould on her chest and she lets out a little sound from the back of her throat in pleasure.
At the sound of pleasure Giovanni seems to have come to his senses as he pushes her body away from his.
''Don't do that again''Giovanni tells her glaring at her trying to catch his breath while she did the same.
''I love you Gio''Camilla tells him and Giovanni's eyes widen slightly at her words.
about to reply he is cut short by the sound of gun shots.
Instantly their eyes widen and they scrammble away from each other.