Giovanni's POV
I watch Brianna enter her room with a goofy smile on my face. I've been waiting to kiss her since I first met her. Tyler was never meant to be for her, all he saw was a girl to mess with. I'm still pissed that he broke up with her like that, just to go to Natalie. I get a bad feeling from her, all I know is-
"What the f**k?!" I'm grabbed from behind and thrown against a wall. I fall to the ground groaning.
"You think you're funny huh Giovanni? You bastardo astuto?!" (Slick bastard) I groan again.
"What the hell did I do Jax?!" I get a kick to the stomach.
"You know what. She's mine. You know that." Groggily I get up to face my brother.
"This is about Brianna isn't it?" Jax clenches his fists, I laugh at his ridiculousness. "Seriously dude? You're an absolute d*ck to her, and you screw around with Ashley all the time! You except Brianna to be yours? Newsflash big bro, you're not going to get her that way. And, she's already moving on to me." Jax's face turns dark red. The last thing I see is a fist flying at my face before my vision spins, and then turns black.
"Giovanni? Gio! Wake up, please." Slowly, and very painfully I open my eyes. Brianna stands over me, concern evident on her face. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" She reaches to touch my face, I flinch away when her fingers makes contact. "Gio. Who. Did. This." I get up and walk over to her, taking her hands.
"Don't worry about it. It's ok." She takes out her phone, and shows me my face in the camera.
"Oh well maybe it's- ow!" She punched my stomach, not knowing that I'm hurt there too.
"I'm so sorry oh my gosh I-" I lift up my shirt to see the damage. "Wow- I mean, uh that's bad." I can't hold back my smile as she ogles at my slightly bruised 6 pack.
"It's fine, really. I'll get him back later."
"Him?" Sh*t. "Jax did this to you?"
"Not exactly?" I question. She looks at me and then the door.
"That's not ok. I need to go-" she turns to leave but I grab her arm, twirling her back to me.
"You won't do anything. I know it seems like you know him, and he doesn't seem that bad, but he is. Brianna he is dangerous and has a short temper. I won't let you go and possibly get hurt." She scoffs.
"He won't hurt me." I cup her face in my hands.
"I still won't let you go. You're too important." She looks at me the same way she did in the hallway, but I can't place the emotion in her eyes.
"Ok." She finally says. "But I'm staying her until you're better."
"I'm fine. Plus, I can't miss the gala." Brianna furrows her eyebrows, and she looks really cute.
"What gala?" I smirk.
"The annual gala that our familia throws. The whole mafia comes too."
"Wow." I laugh.
"And you, are coming as my date."
Brianna's POV
"D-date?" I look away and blush.
"Yes as my date. I think we would look rather dashing together don't you?" Giovanni wiggles his eyebrows.
"I'd love to." He smiles broadly.
"Great. The gala is Friday and-"
"Oh my gosh! I only have three days to plan an outfit! Are there any themes or-"
"Brianna?"
"Yes?"
"No themes. And I know you'll look beautiful no matter what you wear." Oh wow, he's adorable.
"Are you sure you'll be fine in your own?" I ask.
"Don't worry, it's just bruises. I'll be fine." I nod, and leave him in the infirmary.
"Gwen, we're going to need to go dress shopping- oh hi Shane." Shane leaps away from Gwen on the bed, wiping her signature pink lipstick off of his, not looking at me. "Oh don't worry, I know all about your secret relationship." They both blush.
"What's up Bri?" Shane asks me.
"I need Gwen's help to find a dress for the gala on Friday."
"Ahhh, you going with Jax?" I gag.
"Ew, no. Giovanni asked me, actually." Gwen smirks.
"Shane, I'll talk to you later, Brianna and I need to plan." Shane laughs.
"Ok, I'll go. See you ladies later." He kisses Gwen on the cheek before walking past me out the door.
"Sooo. What's the plan?" Gwen sits up, patting a spot on the bed beside her.
"We need to go dress shopping. And get makeup ASAP." Gwen laughs.
"What?" I ask.
"Oh Brianna, you still have much to learn. For parties and galas, we don't go shopping. The clothes are brought to us."
"What do you mean?" She grabs her phone and presses a number.
"I have this guy on speed dial." She winks. "Ciao Tio, porta subito gli ultimi abiti da ballo. Solo designer. E il trucco e la gioielleria." (Hello Tio, bring the latest ball gowns pronto. Only designer. And the makeup and jewelry.)
"You know Italian too?" I ask once she finishes the call.
"Everyone in the mafia does. Spanish and Italian are our main two languages, but some of us know multiple."
"Oh cool. So who were you talking to?"
"Tio Ronaldi. Our Mafia's dresser." Damn.
"Wow. And when exactly is he coming?" Gwen looks at her phone.
"Well, he's coming in a few hours, but is going to be here until the gala."
"That's impressive." Gwen shrugs.
"Tio and I go way back. Even though he sometimes dresses everyone else, he's mainly my personal dresser. He'll love you."
Gwen and I watch movies and snack until a phone ringing interrupts the calmness.
"Hello? Ah, Tio. Sei già qui? Sì naturalmente. Saremo nella stanza dells donne." (Are you here already? Yes of course. We'll be in the ladies room.)
"Is Tio here already?" Gwen nods.
"He's going to meet us in the women's room."
"There's a women's room here?"
"Of course. We also have a gentleman's room. We'll, they're more like parlours but," she pauses "the details don't matter."
"So you like, hang out and stuff in there?"
"Occasionally. Now, let's not keep Tio waiting." She grabs my hand and leads me out the door.