Outsider - Book Two

Chapter 10

Cece sat in the back of the black SUV, the gun on her lap. She couldn't stop staring at it, Giovanni was saying something but she wasn't paying attention. It was like all the noise had been cancelled out and was replaced with a ringing in her ears.

'FRANCESCA!' Vanni screamed. 'You will listen to me when I am speaking.' He demanded.
'Sorry.' She reframed herself.

'You will get this done quickly and quietly. I want to make this deal with Ezra Ramos as soon as I can.' He informed. She looked over at him, his brows were thick and covered most of his face. With a scratchy beard starting to grow back.

'I will find a way to do it.'
'Good, and remember.... NO MISTAKES.' He warned.

No mistakes, she kept thinking about the photo of her father. Pointing the gun at the FBI agents head. It felt like someone had pulled the trigger on her and even though it had hurt just as much - she didn't have the comfort of death.

They got back to the hotel and she changed out of the awful leather and into some jeans and a navy blue tank shirt.
She grabbed her favorite black jacket and put on her black tie-up boots.

Her hair was soft and light, she was glad she was able to have a shower at least. Her pink hair was just long enough she could tie it into a ponytail - walking into the living space she spotted Giovanni at the kitchen counter drinking coffee.

'I will get it done!' She instructed. She slipped the gun into the waistband of her jeans and covered it with her shirt.

Giovanni said nothing, not even glancing up at her.

Then, she left.

First thing was first, there would be no sense in tracking someone with a broken wrist. She had to get it properly looked at. The pain had been steady but every time the wind blew - it made the sensors around the bone quiver.
She walked to the nearest hospital, people rushed in and out. Noise carried through the halls of the white building.

She walked over to the front desk, putting on a mask of unbearable pain.

'Help! I broke my wrist and it hurts so fucking much.' She cried, trying to get real tears to pour down her face.
'Wow! Okay, okay. I need you to fill in some forms first.' The lady handed her a clipboard. 'Then someone will come to see you.' Blood had still soaked the bandages and she wasn't sure if it was fresh or dried.

She found a seat in the waiting room and started filling things in.

Insurance? Nope. Full name? Katie Ling. She didn't need the hospital following up for stupid questions or trying to follow her. The less they knew, the better.
She finished off the forms and walked back up, handing the clipboard back.

She waited in that chair for what seemed like forever, patients coming and going. She was sure her broken arm that was bloodied was much worse than a six year old's cough.

She hadn't even managed to get her phone back from the Ramos'. So she had no distraction as she waited.
The waiting room TV was playing some stupid cartoons for the kids. One flicked over the screen she remembered, she had watched it as a kid with Tommy. The familiar scene playing back through her memories.

They were eating on the floor in front of the TV, Vanni had just entered. He was visiting their mum. When she was a kid she hadn't really known what exactly that meant but as she got older she understood.
The thought was drenched into her mind, she felt sick.

But she did what she had to do, for Tommy. She'd do anything to protect him. To keep him safe, to give him a life she never had.

'Katie Ling?!' Someone called out. It took Cece a second longer to process that name. Though, she stood up and walked near the counter. Stopping short.