CHASING SAPPHIRE🔞

Chapter thirty: Bloody punches

~Vincent~

We're on our way to a field now. We're going to meet a guy there, he's fixing a car, according to the description. They didn't even tell us what he did. Just said to kill him. They gave us a fucking gun! 10 bullets into his goddamn skull. I'm shaking, but Ryan seems determined. His love for Cindy has turned him to this. I love Cindy and all, but he needs to chill.

"Dude. What the hell's gotten into you. We're going to kill someone. And you don't even care!"

"How do you know that? How?!"

"Calm down, fucking hell!"

"We're there. Put on your goddamn mask Vincent" he parks the car in the dark of the night. Turning off the headlights. I sight the target immediately. The man looks rather distressed. Seriously trying to fix the car.

"Are you getting down? Or I'm doing this on my own too?" Ryan removes the safety in his gun. I shake my head. But silently follow him out of the car. Masks on, dressed in all black. The guy can't see us, he's too concentrated.

Ryan targets. I hold his hand.

"Ryan. Think about this. You're about to shoot someone dead. You're too deep in this fucking job. I don't even know who you are anymore" he turns to face me.

"I don't know who I am too. This shit is fucking me up. But it's this guy or Cindy and I'm going for the latter."

"Just ch-" the sound of a car starting disrupts me. The guys drives off

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Ryan shoots at the car. But the guy's speeding. He must have seen us and his car suddenly started working. Ryan turns to face me.
"Do you what you just did? We lost him! Godammit Vincent! We lost him! Cindy! They're gonna fucking kill Cindy. Heather's been waiting for us to mess up and we did, and it's all your fault. If anything happens to Cindy. Anything! I'll never forgive you and I swear dead my parents, I'll kill you" He storms to the car, enters and drives off.

I fall to my knees. He's right. It's all my fault. Cindy, fuck.

"Fuck!" I scream at the night sky. My phone rings in my left pocket. I check the caller. Mrs Gonzalez?

"Hey"

"Vincent sweetie, sorry I called this late at night, it's just, I just remembered and I don't want to risk forgetting again. I wanted to invite you to Rose's birthday party" I blink.

"She wants to celebrate it?"

"Obviously not. That's what it's a surprise"

"Oh. When is it?"

"Next tomorrow" fuck

"Oh? Okay. Bye then. Thanks for the invite."

"Vince"

"Yes?"

"What's wrong? Your tone. It's odd"

Really? Well, I'm NOT FINE!!! I might be the reason why my bestfriend is going to get killed in less than 24 hours and her boyfriend which is also my bestfriend will go crazy and will kill me too.

"It-it's nothing. Just a headache"

"Sweetie, your panting" I sigh. Fuck it. Fuck omerta. We fucked up already. I tell her everything, every damn thing.

And I don't regret it.

"That's...wow. I mean, shit. You should get home now. Should I send a cab to you?"

"Uh, no! I'm fine. My house isn't that far." Just about 2 hours drive.

"Something tells me you're lying. Just be careful okay? And don't blame yourself. Nothing will happen to Cindy, I promise you. I'll call you later, I need to speak with my husband on something. I'll help you out, I give you my word-Dax!" She hangs up. I sigh. The woman doesn't even know what she's saying. It's not that easy.

At least, I was able to vent out. I stand up to leave, but then a black van parks in front of me and the door opens.

"Well well well. We meet again, don't we?" It's Lily. Heather's sister. She gives me a sad smile. "I hate to do this, but boss's orders" she hits me, straight in the nose and it hurts, goddamnit. I stagger. She hits me again, this time my head. The world becomes a blur and I feel myself fading into it's evil hands.

...

My eyes open to see...upside world? I'm upside down, damn it. I strain enough to see that I'm hanging from a rope attached to the ceiling...Jesus. I feel blood rush to my head. I want to go back to unconsciousness. I wish I would

The room's empty and I remember vividly what happened last night. Lily sure can pack a punch, fuck. I hear a laugh.

"You know, Vincent, I hate that this is gonna happen. But you had just two rules; get the jobs done and don't tell a soul anything. Omerta. It couldn't be that hard. You know, it's sad to imagine that you're getting killed because you opened your mouth and broke the code of silence, to a lady you know can do nothing to help you. It's sad, just sad" Heather says. I shake my head, I don't feel good.

"I'm gonna fucking throw up from up here. I don't feel good" She smiles and goes to get a bucket. Places it just beneath me.

"Problem solved" she grins at me. The door opens and her smile drops.

A man walks in. A man in suit and sunglasses, oozing of power. He looks up at me, then frowns at Heather

"How on earth did you get him up there?"

"I didn't. Some guys did"

"Well call them to get him down. I want a slow painful death. He'll die quickly like this" the guy says and walks out. Some men come to put me down and I stagger. Fucking gravity.

I'm tied to a chair immediately. The guy walks in again, with some scary looking men.

"Hello young man. What's your name?"

"Vincent."

"Is it fully Vincenzo?"

"Yes"

"Hmm. You're from our side, how stupid of you to break the rules." One of his men punches me.

"Fuck" that shit hurt, my dentition. The man gives me a malicious smile. "B-but, it's not like i told another gang or clan.i told a friend of mi-" he punches again.

"Justification. One of the things I hate. That friend of yours, could just as well be an enemy of mine, or could call the cops, not that I fear the cops, they fear me. If oaths can be broken, bones can be too" I get another punch and another and another, I'm dizzy, God please let me just faint.

The man continues.

"I fell very insulted actually. An italian like myself, in this kind of position. Hm, this is why the French can brag, they have less foolish people" what is with italy and France?! "You don't even look the least bit scared. I can set this world on fire and call it rain, that's how powerful I am. Not to brag or anything" he smirks. Scumbag. Another punch.

"You dare call me a scumbag? You see, I didn't want to get my hands dirty before but you're dead meat now!" He rolls up his sleeves and cracks his finger. I feel the blood trickling down to my chin. He punches me once, twice, thrice.

R.I.P Me.