The Domino Effect

Part 4: Venice, Italy

Ah, reader we meet again. This is the 4th installment of this very confusing story. Today we have another question to ask you.

If you could predict something terrible and stop it, would you?

Most people would answer yes. They would try and stop said terrible thing from happening. Because most people are not psychopaths who cause these things.

Today's installment take us to Venice. Venice, Italy. Home of some of the most beautiful fashion, delicious mood and of course the mafia.

I hope you have been following along. Many good points have been brought up. I have given you the definition for arson, accident, and domino effect.

Enough of my rambling. I trust you've followed the story so you don't need my refresher. So I'll stop talking and let you enjoy the story.

The streets of Venice were bustling. Chatter, shoes agains the pavement and bells on bicycles being tapped so you know they are passing. So as to not get run over.

A group of people stood in a hotel room in Venice, Italy. It looked out onto the streets. These people were here for no good. Delinquents, you could say.

Except they weren't children. All grown adults with lives  of their own. All with things they'd rather not admit.

"I didn't say to kill him." A voice rang out after moments of silence.

"Well you didn't make it clear what exactly you did want." A woman with dark long hair, pulled up in a bun. Defined cheek bones and electric blue eyes spoke.

"I said scare them and teach em' a lesson. Not kill them." A man smoking a cigar huffed. He had silver hair and a beard. He wore glasses and tuxedos.

"You said teach them a lesson and everyone would take that as kill them." A younger man with light brown hair answered shutting the hotel door behind him. In a panic like he was hiding something.

"Not people who thinks things through." The man exclaimed.

"Pipe down Ronald." The brunette woman said waving her hand as if she was dismissing him.

You know that gesture you do. Mostly when trying to say not a big deal? You wave your hand by bending at the wrist and straightened fingers so it's almost pointing somewhere?

That was the move this woman made. Dear forgive me, I got off track again. Next time interrupt me. Where were we? Oh yes, the woman had just dismissed Ronald.

"Shut it Claire." Ronald bit back, putting his cigar out.

"I was jsut trying to keep you using your inside voice. Don't get hateful." Claire rolled her eyes playfully. Knowing how deeply it annoyed Ronald.

"Can you both not fight like an old married couple? For once." A younger man said.

"Oh relax. I haven't done anything wrong. Im not the one who killed someone." Claire laughed manically, throwing her head back.

"Neither did I. You're the only one in trouble." Ronald chuckled lighting another cigar.

"I didn't mean to get myself in trouble." The young man sighed.

"Get your ass off the air conditioning." Claire yelled.

"Sorry, sorry." The young boy stood up hastily. As if he was ashamed. He did that move when you don't know what to do with your hands.

You know the one you just run them down your legs like you are smoothing the wrinkles out your pants? Yeah exactly that move.

"Well Clyde. You might be hiding from the police so you don't end up in prison, but you really need to work on subtly. I am amazed they haven't caught your ass." Ronald joked coughing through the smoke of his cigar.

Well reader, I hate to say that's all I can provide you with today. This installment has come to a close. Join me tomorrow, we meet some new pawns in this story. Oops I've done said too much. Until then.