Shoot Me Down

Chapter 6

VITO'S POV
When Raffaella was finished with her blood eagle, she turned around to look at us. I saw the hurt flash through her eyes before she sprinted out of the room. It looked as if she was wiping tears from her cheeks. She was crying, but why? We all rushed behind her, yelling for her to stop. She ran to a bathroom and locked herself in. I heard her muffled cries, which broke my heart. All I want is to make her feel better. "Raf, what's wrong?" I whisper from to the door. "Go away." She replies. "Not until you tell me what's wrong," I demand. "You fear me. I saw it in your eyes. I can't handle the fact your all terrified of me." She wails out from the other side of the door. "Raffaella we're not scared of you, we were just shocked at what you could do," I whisper back. She slowly opens the door and I get a good look at her appearance. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. "I'm sorry, Reaper goes insane with rapists." She says in a whisper, so no one else hears her. "Don't ever apologize," I tell her, pulling her into a hug. "What you did in there was awesome," I whisper into her ear as I comfortingly run my hands through her hair. "You think so?" She says picking her head up to look at me. "Of course Raffaella. It was probably the coolest thing the guys and I have ever seen." I say as I take her head in my hands. Then I continued to do something I never thought I would do. I kissed her. I braced for the impact of a slap or punch, but it never came. Instead, her reaction was to kiss me back. I felt a smile curl its way onto her lips. "I thought you'd never man up to do that." She teases as we break away. "I didn't want to scare you away," I reply, my cheeks getting redder. "I'm going to take a shower, and then we can talk." She says kissing my cheek and walking away.
30 minutes later

After thirty or so minutes Raffaella walks in. She's wearing a black tank top with a white shirt underneath, she has jeans and black combat boots on as well. She looked beautiful. "You look beautiful," I say to her as she takes a seat next to me on the bed in my room. "Why thank you." She beams back. "So umm... I was wondering if you maybe um wanted to go on a date?" I ask timidly, unsure of her reaction. "Of course!" She yells, pulling me into a hug. "What about tomorrow at 3?" I say to her. "That sounds perfect but we can't stay out too late, we start school on Monday." "Here, give me your phone." I take her phone and program my number into it, labeling myself as "Vito 💍".  "Really Vito? That's what you make your name?" She teases. "Oh you love it." I tease back. "Well now it's my turn." She snaps back. She grabs my phone and starts typing. She hands it back and on the screen it reads: Raf 😈. "I think it fits perfectly." She boasts. "Alright, Ms. Devil let's get you home," I tell her as I grab her wrist and dragging her out the door. She directs me to her car and it's awesome. It's a matte black Range Rover Sport. It has blacked-out windows so you can't see inside. "Your car is awesome!" I exclaim. "Your the first guy to think that it's mine and not a dude." She says as she hops into the car. I hop into the passenger side of the car as she turns it on. It hums to life as we exit the property. "You know last time I was here I shot one of your guys." She jokes, sending a warm laugh out into the air. It made me happy that she was comfortable showing her softer side with me. I chuckle in response. "I remember that. You walked in and basically just admitted the fact you shot the guard of a mafia leader. I was shocked." I laugh again reminiscing on when we first met. "Well it's not my fault your guard was extremely sexist." She grumbled. "That is true, and knowing you it took a lot of self-control to not shoot him between his eyes," I reply. "You have no idea." She jokes. We arrived at the house after a minute or two of comfortable silence. We hop out only to be greeted by a giant dog.

"Tank!" Raffaella yells running up to the giant dog who is now wagging his tail viciously. "Sedět." {sit in Czech} (she speaks Czech with Tank) she commands and the dog continues to sit down. "Hodný kluk." {good boy} she praises as she's pets his head. "When did you get here?" She asks him. He continues to use Morse code to bark out the time he got home. "Your dog knows Czech and Morse code?!" I exclaim. But that was a bad idea because it caught Tank's attention. "Prohledat ho." {search him} she commands the dog. Tank then continues to walk up to me and sniff around me. When he got to my gun he growled. "Je to kamarádský tank." {He's a friend Tank} The dog then backs away from my gun and jumps up on me licking my face. "Dolů." {down} Raf demands. Tank stops and get's off of me. "Why did he growl when he got to my gun?" I asked her. "Tank is trained to sniff out weaponry, so he knows when someone is armed. He only listens to me because I trained him. He knows 26 languages and he can take down an entire bear." She explains genuinely proud of her dog. "He can take down a bear?" "It's a long story." She explains. "Najděte tank Gianettu." {Tank find Gianetta} And with that final command, he heads into the house. "I adopted Tank when I was 13, he's been with us for years. My friend in Italy has been watching him so I could move in, but I guess Maria told them he could come now." She explains. "He's adorable!" I blurt out. She chuckles at my enthusiasm. "Wanna hang in my room while I set up Tank's stuff?" She inquires. "Why not, I've been waiting to see where the ice queen sleeps." I tease. "Hahaha," she says sarcasm thick in her voice. As we head up the stairs, Tank follows behind. I plop down on her bed along with Tank. I rub his belly while Raf sets up his crate.

When she finished setting up his crate she plops down on the bed next to me. "Tank jděte na bednu." {Tank go to crate} She directs. "Thanks for the help jackass," She says sarcastically as she playfully backhands my chest. "But Tank and I were bonding," I whine. "Ugh fine." She surrenders. We sat and talked about random things for what seemed like hours. "No! Pineapple on pizza is horrible." She protests. "Nuh-uh." I snap back. "I can't believe you!" She groans. "Tank gets it," I say in my defense. "Tank by měl být ananas na pizze?" {Tank should pineapple be on pizza} She asks the dog. He continues to bark "no" I Morse code from his crate. "See! Told ya!" She boasts. "Oh come on Tank, way to let a man down." I groan out. After a little while my phone dings. It's my mother telling me to come home for dinner. "I have to go Raffaella, mom wants me home for dinner," I say as I stand up from her bed. "Ok bye!" She yells from her spot on the bed. I walk over to Tanks crate and give him a pat on his head. "Take care of her okay buddy?" I ask him. He barks back in agreement. I walk out of the room and headed home.