Perfectly Red

Semicolon.

(Amy's POV )

It's not clear if it was because of the drugs I took that night. But the next morning at breakfast I tried to attack a random bodyguard. Perhaps it was because I wanted to be shot. Instead I was instantly surrounded, and outnumbered. Then I was locked in my room for what felt like days. I became so hungry, and stir crazy that I was eventually begging to be let out. Jake obliged making me promise to behave. He was practically glued to my side for the past couple days until this morning when he told me to go ahead with my day. That's when I grabbed some breakfast, and came into the small library.

Currently I'm searching the shelves for a few more books to help me on my quest to learn Italian. Surprisingly for a bunch of criminals they have quite a few children's books. However I can't say I've seen any kids around. As I pick up another book the sound of someone walking in from the hall has me standing back up.

"You know if you really want to learn our language, you should try sticking to subject material you know," Bella remarks snarkily tossing a book on the table between us.

I recognize the cover Immediately it is afterall partly about me. 'Beneath the Rose Beds.' is translated into Italian. Not letting her attempt to get under my skin bother me, I pick up the book with a smile.

"Thanks," I say through my teeth before turning back to the shelves.

I hear her huff as she turns leaving the library. After awhile of lounging, and reading in a comfy chair I decide to take a break. I stand up stretching my legs, and as I observe my surroundings I notice a door in a corner past some shelves , and chairs that I hadn't noticed until now. Curiously I walk over to it, and to my surprize the door is unlocked.

It creaks slightly as I open it revealing a few steps that lead down into a small hallway. Muffled voices get louder as I walk over to a door with a window on it. Outside the door is a metal balcony that goes around a large circular room to a set of stairs that lead down to where a group of people are gathered in a semicircle with a man in the middle on his knees. I strain to make out what is being said.

"We saw you Lorenzo. You were talking to the polizia... Have you no shame? Whatever happened to obeying the Omertà? I should cut your tongue out, and serve it to your wife before I take hers,"  Dante yells at the cowering man in front of him.

"Mi dispiace, m-m-mi hanno fatto andare lì. Ma non ho detto n-n-niente," he man stutters pleadingly.

"Dici solo quello che pensi io voglia sentire! Proprio come eri con la polizia," Dante roars in the mans face. "Tu, piccolo ratto!"

"Shhh, fratello," Ceci speaks calmly reaching out from behind Dante, and resting a hand on his shoulder. "Rimanere a livello, remember that we must act as if we are the background music to society. We cannot be like, Padre." 

"Per favore, have mercy," the man begs with his hands clasped together looking up at the siblings.

"I think that is enough squeaking from you..rat. Here, let me help you practice silence. It's quite simple-," Dante sneers in anger.

The man's eye suddenly look up meeting mine.

"Wait, th-," his words are cut off by two loud gunshots.

"Don't say a word," Dante says with clear disdain in his voice.

I step back as a few people turn to see what he was looking at. But thankfully they shrug it off getting back to business.