A sequel to 'Deeply Red' this story picks up after Amy was once again taken by Jake when he escaped the penitentiary. Now she must decide what to do. Will she end it all, or will she conform to a new life for the sake of her family? They lay low wit...
"Madame, your baggage please?" A bright eyed flight attendant says to me, interrupting my phone call.
"Have the prop table set up by the time I return, and inform them that I will drop off the papers when I land," I say into my phone before hanging up."Oh, here ya go."
I hand her my two large suitcases, and the wrapped up painting. She leads me on the private jet, and shortly after we take off. The plane ride goes by quickly as I sip on my martini. Once we land, I get my things, and walk out to the car waiting for me. The driver takes me to the Vecellio's Mansion, and I get out with a folder in hand. I go inside, and am immediately greeted with the women.
"So... Com'è andata in Francia?" Ceci asks with a smile.
"I could possibly never tire of france, truly. This job was practically a vacation," I respond handing her the folder.
"I see," she says looking at its contents. "Buon lavoro, I'll send your next assignment in a week. Enjoy the holiday season."
"That's the plan." I say. "Ciao."
I leave her there with the others, and head back out to the car.
"Home," I say to the driver as I get in the backseat.
The car pulls up to the dark empty Mansion, our headlights lighting up the front. I get out lugging my stuff inside the front door. White sheets cover everything around me.
Abandoning my bags I take the painting, and head to the basement. Down in the darkness I flip a switch, and the fluorescent lights turn on above me. Then I set the painting beside a bunch of bags next to the incinerator. I open the door, and in goes the bags. Quickly I unwrap the painting. My eyes scan over every detail of body parts stacked on a plate for serving. After setting my latest masterpiece on top of the bags, I close the door, and press the button to start the process. Taking in the only solace I have... that these people actually deserve this fate.
Ceci pays me more than well to basically clean house in her criminal empire. Flying to many beautiful places, scrubbing this world clean of it's vile scum, painting... It's honestly all a gal like me could want. I'm living the dream aren't I? The bags catch fire along with the canvas, and I turn to head back upstairs. As I turn I startle myself awake from the dark dream, my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
"It's okay," his deep voice speaks from behind me in bed as he pulls me closer to him. "I've got you."
I relax a little against his body heat underneath the covers, and Jake eventually falls back asleep. For what seems like half an hour I lay there looking at the walls of our room. The variety in all the colors of the painted Dahlias create a beautiful hue in the morning light that streams through the windows.
It serves as a great distraction from the disturbing dream, and hopefully it fades as my day goes on. I admire the handiwork of my painted flowers for a little bit longer before sliding out of bed.
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