I.Grey Gaze

Grey

That was the only word I could use to describe him,was the first word I thought of when my eyes had first darted to him the day he stormed into my family's opulent house flanked by men and an older version of him as they headed straight into my dad's office and from that day my eyes always found him first.

At fundraisers,charity events,business parties.

He had this aura around him,like a black hole sucking happiness and attention wherever he went,this commending force that compelled people and garnered not just fear but awe

Grey because he wasn't all black and white,because he could be broody one moment,a scowl on his chiseled jaw or a smirk one moment,his pink lips teasing as his metallic eyes twinkled with mischief.

I was obsessed with him,irrevocably and undeniably so.

But not in the way that could be linked to love instead it was a carnal obsession surrounding a nucleus of infatuation and fueled by every snicker of his admirers that wagged their tails around him like pets trying to gain his favor

Luca Vitelli was dangerous and the world knew this but then again wasn't everyone in this criminal society my family was desperately trying to claw their way into dangerous?

I had never spoken a word to him,my father had warned me not to even breathe in his direction and I did not,even though I desperately wanted to as i observed him from afar cheeks heating up at even the mention of his name even though I knew he loathed the very floor I walked on because of my familia.

The Cosa Nostra hated the Bratva but the hate they had towards my family in particular was enough to wipe off an entire universe so that was why the security my family had tailing me was enough to cause eyebrows to raise.The eyebrows of those that were not involved in the family of crime though.

Sometimes I wished I was one of them,one of the people who weren't involved in this dark bloody part of the world but then again wasn't that hypocritical?because people like that didn't have fleet of cars to choose from,people like that didn't decide they didn't want to be anything after college or could travel to Paris in the blink of an eye just because they were craving a French meal.

My sister didn't share this hypocritical thoughts with me,neither did my mom.They looked liked they were ready for a runaway at every moment,embracing that life.

My teen years were blurry,my nose stuck in a book all through while I wished I was like others,living life with other happy people that didn't sometimes sink into a phase of depression in every two months.

My obsession with Luca Vitelli didn't cease though,instead it amplified when I was seventeen.In naughty,naughty ways

Ways that made me unable to even look at him without my face heating up,ways that had my fingers crawling into trousers as I writhed and moaned on my plush bed

My petty crush would have grown stronger if I had not packed up and went to college.

Years passed,my obsession forgotten and my dad had successfully climbed his way up the ladder and that made me get more attention,more eyes than expected more from me,not just that boring girl.

I found myself skipping meals,my skirts got shorter,dresses tighter,excess money spent on brands and somewhere along the line i had gone from avoiding people to being in a friend group that dragged me to parties and made me embrace my luxurious life and it was at moments like that I met my boyfriend in a frat party.

Darren had this charm to him,he was smart and funny,although rude and arrogant to people he found unattractive and financially unpar

I didn't like him,I wasn't attracted to him,he wasn't even the kind of person I'd like as a friend but I wanted a boyfriend and he was available.

We made it work,our families were friends and when we finally got our degree i went back home,to New York and that was when I thought I was going crazy,i would feel a cold,chilling gaze on me everywhere I went even at my favorite low key cafe where I usually was glaring at my laptop trying to get words down for my book.I would look around trying to find the source but never did.

One day I found a piece of paper on my car as I stumbled out of my dad's opulent private club whilst dragging my drunk sister.

The words on it were clear and simple,handwriting neat and direct as it passed one message-Break up with him.

I had gasped wondering how it got there,fear causing my palms to sweat as I looked around the dark parking space and right there,was a shadowed figure the only indication of a presence was the burning embers of a cigarette.

I squeezed the paper,threw it on the floor and crushed it under my jimmy choo heels

The next day at a fundraiser,a slight chill accompanied with a prickling sensation at the back of my neck halted my movements making me turn around to access the hall littered with men and women of incredibly high ranks,decked in expensive jewelry and clothes that sparkled under the fluorescent lights,amongst them a man stood tall.

Black suit,dark hair and heated grey eyes stared straight at me unblinking.

My heart raced against my chest,my body heated and only God knew how long we stared at each other before the moment was broken by my boyfriend who slipped his arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to my cheek,those grey eyes slipped to where he was touching me before connecting back to mine coldly.

A week later,the news confirmed Darren's death.