All Because of an Accident|

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Show & Politeness
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"I DON'T THINK, I know." Prince stated firmly, gripping me tighter. I stared up at him in disbelief.

The mini commotion between Prince and Vincenzo caused a few stares, people gawking at the two men while eyeing Prince's hand on me. A small bubble of a crowd formed around the three of us, Prince too busy cursing out his father to realize it.

"You make it look like I'm the bad guy." Vincenzo said unamused. He looked back to me with a head tilt, his eyes questioning. "My son is your person?"

I hesitantly nodded before Prince pulled me behind him.

"Don't talk to her." He commanded.

"Someone had to." Vincenzo remarked, raising his brow as he glared at his son.

"What in the world is going on here?!" Alice's voice spoke out and the whole room grew quiet. Everyone who wasn't already watching this interaction was now, staring with intrigue at the loud noise.

Alice stopped shortly once she finally broke through the crowd. Seeing my arm in Princes' tight grip, Prince staring daggers at her husband while I stood there, confused.

She stood there for a moment analyzing the scene. She was standing there in a shining white dress, the stones bedazzling her rings and neck glistening. The small clothed train that flowed after her had me convinced that this could have easily been her wedding if she wanted it to.

I also noticed Liam following after her, a glass in his hand as he took small, savory sips. Edens' red hair popped up as well, her arm wrapped around Mateo's bicep. She gave me a small smile which I quickly returned.

"Every fucking year." Alice mumbled loudly as she stepped forward. She looked down at me, her sympathetic eyes meshing with her quick words. "Take him to the Wreck Room."

I stared at her confused but that only lasted a second before Prince huffed, pulling us away from the married couple and towards the crowd. They panickly parted, taking Prince's furious features as a warning.

I kept quiet and let him drag me, not knowing whether or not I should speak up. Once we finally got through the crowd and walked down a bright hallway, we came to a steel door. He opened it and we entered.

The sound of my heels and his shoes clinking against the floor became louder as we walked through another hallway.

We eventually came to another halt. This time we were in a large room. The ground turning from the smooth tile to a hard cement. My eyes widened when I saw the weapons that hung on the wall, the small splatters of red matching the murderous aesthetic.

Prince let go of me, my eyes training on him as he walked to a nearby wall. He grunted something under his breath as his back was facing me, his fist connecting with the stone wall. I let out a small gasp as I watched him punch the hard material again and again.

I rushed to his side, my hand pulling on the back of his jacket to stop him from breaking his hand.

"Prince stop!" I shouted, trying to get his attention. My pleas went unheard as he continued, only letting out painful grunts as a response.

My eyes scanned the room again, quickly walking towards the gun rack where I recognized a small handgun. Without a second thought the safety was off, the gun was pointing towards the ceiling and my finger was pressing down on the trigger.

I ignored the ringing in my ears this time, my body slightly flinching at the noise. I watched as Prince stopped destroying his hand and looked back at me in panic.