Murdered, he was murdered.
Chanel felt her knees get weak, she bucked, Vincent held her in her arms, and she collapsed in her arms. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. Another murder, in less than 24 hours and her gut told her that Vincent has something to do with it.
"Sir is she okay?" the police officer asks worriedly.
Vincent nods and walks Chanel to a nearby chair.
"Amore breath okay," Vincent coos, "Relax."
"Relax! Mr Martin is dead, and I was the last person that saw him last night and I was supposed to have a date with him but now he's dead," she says hysterically.
Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. A tall Hispanic woman walked towards them, she was wearing black slacks, a matching blazer, and a white shirt.
"You were the last person that saw him last night?"
Chanel nods, "Yes."
"Vincent, good to see you again," she greets curtly.
"Likewise," Vincent replies
"I
Snap! "What was that?" Chanel asks, turning around to look at her window. "Uncuff me now!" She quickly scrambles to find the keys and uncuffs him, he jumps out of bed and wraps a towel around his waist and looks out the window and sees a man running down the street. "Dammit!" Vincent cusses. "What? What's wrong?" she asks worriedly. Vincent rubs his face, "Someone was spying on us." Chanel's eyes widen, "What?" "Don't worry, I'll find out who," he promises. She nods nervously, "Okay." "Amore," he says stepping closer to her, "Let's finish what we started." Chanel felt hot, she looks up at him and gulps, he was surprisingly bigger than her, his muscles were huge, and he smelt divine. This was the very last thing that she wanted to happen, them having sex. She well enough that things will only get messy from here on out, but hell, she needs to get laid. He leans do
"Angelo." Angelo looks at his brother, "I know you've never liked Kira." "I don't trust her okay," he says frustratedly. Angelo chuckles, "You still think she's working for the Russians?" Vincent nods, "Something about her doesn't add up Angelo and you know that." "Avete qualsiasi prova che sta lavorando con loro?" [Translation: Do you have any proof that she's working with them?] "Non ancora," he replies, "But I'm working on it." Angelo sighs, he still couldn't believe that his brother didn't trust his lover, he had his reasons but none of them was valid reasons according to him. "Angelo, I mean well." Angelo shakes his head, "It's just not right, how would you feel if I told you that I was doing a background check on Chanel? " "I would say go for it, she's clean. She’s just harmless, not ties to mafia, the police, nothing." Angelo looks at his brother, "We have a ship c
"Vincent!" "What's wrong?" "La nave è in ritardo." [Translation:The ship is late] Vincent rolls his eyes, "By 30 seconds." Angelo had been a nervous wreck ever since they arrived at the harbour, their ship was supposed to have been there before them, but there was no sign of the ship anywhere. "Still, we can't be too careful." Just then they saw lights in the distance, the ship had arrived, but it would have taken another hour before it was ready to inspect. "Vedi, cosa ti hai detto?" Vincent says, "You worry too much." [Translation: See what I told you?] "I value our business, Vince, and you should too." Vincent rolls his eyes, "Qui andiamo di nuovo." "Don't roll your eyes at me." Vincent takes a cigarette box out of his pocket and takes one out and puts it in between his lips, he puts the box back in his pocket and takes his lighter
7 days 7 whole days That's how long it's been ever since Vincent buried himself inside Chanel, and he was dying to have her, just watching her move around his apartment in nothing but shorts and a T-shirt, it was difficult. Vincent had suggested the idea that Chanel comes to live with him because he needed her, more than he was letting on. After the death of his uncle, he just couldn't fathom the thought of dealing with it on his own. His brother wasn't speaking to him, Gio was away investigating what happened that night, so Chanel was the only person who could be there for him. Chanel would go to work and come back to find Vincent just staring at the walls, with a glass of whiskey in his hand, and it troubled her a lot, but she couldn't convince him to see a professional. "Vince," she calls out. No response. "Vincent!" "Yes, Uhm, what's wrong baby?" She rolls her eyes, "You need to stop doing that, you'll stres
"Gio, any news?" It's been two weeks ever since Uncle Mario died and the investigation has been ongoing. "Niente di nuovo capo, sto ancora indagando, ma credo di averti tracciato il loro nascondiglio," Gio explains [Translation: Nothing yet boss, I'm still investigating, but I think I've tracked down their hiding place.] "Dove si nascondono?" [Translation: Where are they hiding?] Gio pulls out a map and places it down on the table, spreading it out. A small block on the map was circled with a red marker. "Nel settore industriale della città, dove la vecchia macchina di assemblaggio della fabbrica era," Gio points out. [Translation: In the industry sector of town, where the old car assembling factory was.] "Andiamo a uccidere quelle bastard," he says [Translation: Let's go kill those bastards] "Boss no, non possiamo. È troppo risc
Chanel quit her job, moved out of her apartment, and moved in with Vincent, that very week. Vincent thought that it would be best, they even moved houses and Chanel started counselling after he reported the crime to the police and even gave a few suspects. He wanted the rapist off the streets and thrown in jail, better yet he wanted them killed. He knew the Russians had everything to do with it, it couldn't have been anybody else. Chanel was doing well with counselling, if Vincent hadn't suggested it, she would have been in a bad place. Today she was doing her last session for that week, she was nervous but at the same time happy, she could spend the weekend in the arms of Vincent. Only a few minutes left, she thought to herself. "Well Chanel, I'm happy with your progress this week and I'm looking forward to next week," her counsellor says as she writes down in her notebook. Chanel couldn’t escape the fact that she needed this, even though it was unpl
"Aunt Martha," Vincent greets with a smile. "Oh, Vincent my boy, how are you?" Vincent gives her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "I'm good. How are you?" She gives him one more hug, "I'm so happy to see you." Aunty Martha, the most beloved of all the family members, sweet, loving but don't let that fool, if push comes to shove, she'll fight to the death. "Who's this beautiful young lady you've brought with you?" She gushes. Chanel blushes, "Hi, I'm Chanel Wilson." "Is this your girlfriend Vince?" Vincent grins, "Yes she is." Chanel blushes. "È Splendida, ti adatta," Aunty Martha winks. [Translation: She's gorgeous, she suits you] Vincent can't help but smile, Martha welcomes them in and has her butler take their bags up to the guest room. "You're just in time, for lunch," she says as she walks them to the kitchen. "Oh great, I'm starved." "Vince you
"Honey I'm home," Chanel sings as she enters their bedroom and it's empty. She places her shopping bags down and looks around, he wasn't there. "Babe?" Nothing. She takes her shoes off, gets her bedroom slippers, and goes back downstairs to find Aunty Martha. "Aunt Martha?" "In here amore," she calls out from the kitchen, Chanel walks into the kitchen and smiles at Aunty Martha. "Have you seen Vincent?" She cuts the last piece of onion, "Yes he's in the basement with his boys." "Oh, what are they doing?" She asks curiously. "Discussing war tactics of course, ever since that ambush at the Fort, everyone has been on edge. They need to get back their stolen jewels." "Jewels?" Aunty Martha looks at Chanel and then she realises why Chanel was confused, she didn't know what was going. "You don't know what Vincent does do you?" Chanel shakes her head, "I thought he was some
Third personVince is in and out of consciousness, he knows that he's in the arms of his angel, Julie. He didn't think that this would be how he would go. He always thought it would be more glorious, but regardless, he was going to die in the arms of his love, and there is no better way to go."I love you, mi amore," he whispers, "Look after the family for me."Julie's eyes fill up with tears, "Please no,"Vincent looks into her eyes one last time and then he goes limp in her arms, Julie screams, she pulls him close to her chest and she cries."I love you too," she whimpers, caressing his cheek, "I love you too dammit, please don't be dead."She feels herself being pulled away from him and into the arms of her best friend, "I'm sorry baby, it's going to be okay."Time seems to move in slow motion for Julie as she is pulled out of the house by Mona, the police arrive and so do the paramedics, their entire plan was a success except for one thing, Vincent.The entire plan was boarded arou
Third PersonJulie looks at her best friend, they had her man, her ex-boyfriend had her boyfriend, it's funny how life has a funny way of proving a point to you, the universe, God was trying to get her to see something, but she didn't know what it was, she should have seen it coming, usually she does but this time she didn't. her best friend killed her boyfriend's baby mama and now they were going to go and rescue her boyfriend. This is how it all started, he needed saving and she did, she remember when she first laid her eyes on him in that parking lot, it was supposed to be a mission, but it turned into more than that."Julie, everything will be okay," Mona reassures, "I'm here and we are going to get him back."Julie gulp down the lump in my throat, Mona give
Vincent Giovanni "Mr Giovanni, it's so good to see you here," McCredie exclaims walking to his desk, he puts a glass in front of me and pours me a shot of whiskey and then himself. "Likewise, I'm here to hand over the goods and take my money," I say. "Getting straight to the point I see, well, let me get you the money and you can be on your merry way," he says, "In the meantime help yourself to some whiskey." He gulps his down and walks away to the door, I drink mine and grimace, I've never liked American whiskey. "Babe, can you bring the briefcase, please," he yells from his office door. He walks back
Juliet FergusonI wake up a little after 16:00 and I'm alone in the room, I groan as I try and move my body to get up, I am sore in all places, even places I didn't think could be sore, I wrap the sheet around my body and walk to the bathroom."Ah mi amore, you're awake,' Vincent smiles, kissing my forehead.I moan, "Hey, what are you doing?""Shaving babe, I have a meeting with McCredie tonight and you know how long it takes for me to get ready,"I roll my eyes, "I swear sometimes you could be gay, you're the only man I know that takes as much time getting ready as a woman,""Looking as good as I do, takes t
Juliet Ferguson You have to be some fool to believe that I'm going to let that little rat and her sorry excuse for a twin get away with what they've been doing, first, you sleep with my man, claim to have his baby and then you plot to betray him, they are gonna catch these hands today. "Baby, you promise, you're not going to hurt anyone?" Vincent asks, I look up at him and huff. "Yeah, I won't," I lie. He kisses my forehead and we walk to the door of the mansion, we had arrived early in the morning and god forbid, I almost killed somebody when he woke me up, I'm not a morning person today and one wrong move out of anybody and I'm ready to fight. We walk i
Vincent Giovanni"Shit, how did they find us?"Julie looks over at me, "Who the hell is they?""Thomas' goons," I reply, I open the cupboard door and reach inside, all the way at the back and pull out an AK47, I crawl to the next one and pull out another AK47 and throw it at Julie."You ready?"She nods and we both get up from the floor, we stand back-to-back and have our guns ready to fire."How the hell did they know we were here?" Julie asks."Like Gio once told me, we have a rat in the house," I say.
Juliet FergusonThis man did not just say what I think he said.“The fuck you just say?”Vince quickly draws back and shakes his head, “Nothing, it doesn’t matter, let’s just go,”“Fuck no! We ain’t leaving until you tell me what the fuck you mean she’s pregnant?”Before I could even process anything, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and walks me to the house, I’m kicking and screaming profanities at him, hitting his back but he just kept his cool and carried me all the way upstairs, he opens the door to our room and then he throws me onto the bed.I ain’t gone lie, he handled my ass.“Juliet, I need you to shut for just one minute and hear me out, okay.”I look up at him and the rage in his eyes tell me that he’s not taking no for an answer, I slowly nod my head and keep my mouth shut.“S
Vincent Giovanni The housekeepers bring our food to the balcony, and I know the news I’ve just told Juliet isn’t sitting well with her, she’s angry, she’s got that fiery look in her eyes. “You still keen on going to the beach?” She nods, “Yes, I am.” “I’ll have housekeeping organise some food and drinks and we’ll make our way before lunch, sound good?” She nods again. I sigh, “Mi amore, I know you’re upset, tell me what’s on your mind?” Juliet looks over the balcony and then looks at me, “I have a lot of questions Vince, how long have they been together? Why are they together? How long have they been watching us? I need answers to those answers.” “I know, I know mi amore, I have the same questions but that’s not for us to dwell on right now,” She picks up a strawberry and takes a bite, licking her lips to stop the juices from rolling down her chin, why does everything she does turn me on
Juliet FergusonWe step outside onto the balcony and I greet by a fresh breeze from the ocean, the ocean is his backyard, I step onto the sand and sink my toes deep into it. I’m going to love being here.“You like it?”I hum, “I love it,”He kisses the top of my head, “Now that we’ve completed the tour, we can go back upstairs and I’ll show you our room.”“Can we just stand here for a minute; I just need to take this all in.”For the first time in a while, I felt safe, I didn’t have to look over my shoulder, I’m in a place where no one knows me, they don’t know me, I can let loose and relax. No Angelo, no Kira, No Mona, Gio, Sarah or Juan, just me and my boo.“We can go in now,” I say and he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, and I squeal.“That wasn’t necessary.”He laughs a