Innocence

Chapter Thirteen- Angela Carson

My plan went well...at first.

After knocking out Vince's balls, I maneuvered around his hurting body and escaped down the stairs. This is it. This is my chance to freedom.

I practically slid across the floor when darting to the front door. My hand turned the knob but it didn't budge. Locked.

I went to the top lock and flipped it. Finally, I turned the knob and had the door cracked open when,

Bang.

I shrieked and dropped to the floor. Silence draped over the foyer and a gold bullet rolled towards me. My eyes fearfully traveled to the staircase.

Vince was leaning against the railing, his forearm lazily laying on the banister and a gun hung from his hand. He laughed. "I'll admit, you're good. That whole, nervous and innocent look you put up. Had me for a while, Rosy." He pushed off of the railing and began descending the stairs. "But you forgot something, hun." I shakily watched as he came down the stairs until his feet were right next to me.

Vince knelt down beside my scared self and he grazed his eyes over my body. I glared.

"You forgot that I'm in the motherfucking Mafia, baby."

I had no words. Even if I did, they wouldn't have came out because someone knocked on the door. Vince hoisted me up and pushed me behind him. Carefully, he opened the door and went rigid.

"Angela." Angela? Angela!

A young woman around Vince's age slipped into the cabin rudely. He slowly shut the door and faced her.

A goddess.

She looked like a freaking goddess. Long golden hair framed her curvy body and brought out her dazzling blue eyes. Her skin was fair and smooth looking. I frowned. She looked perfect compared to me.

"Who is this?" Her voice held a bitchy tone." Vince glanced between both Angela and I quickly before groaning into his hands.

"Angela, this is my fiancé, Eris. Eris, this is my fiancé, Angela." We both stared at each other.

Then I broke into a fit of laughter.

"What's so damn funny?" Vince wondered.

"Y-you have t-two fiancés'! And one of them don't even like you!"

Angela looked down in thought while Vince offered me a deadpan look. "Really?" He spoke tonelessly.

"Vince, what do you mean she's your fiancé? You can't have two." Angela tried.

Vince bit his lip and took her hand. "Angela, we need to talk." A worried look crossed her face as they walked into a room I'm assuming was an office.

My eyes fell on the door and as if on que, Vince jogged out...with handcuffs. Before I could make a run for it, he got one cuff around my right wrist and pulled me-scratch that-yanked me in the staircase's direction. The other cuff was locked into the railing.

Vince waved a scolding finger at me. "Can't escape now." I watched in disgust as he strolled back to the office.

With one last pull against the handcuffs, I sat on the bottom step. "Fuck my life."

I could be at home right now eating Nutella and watching Supernatural, but nooo, instead I'm here. I'm here in a Mafia man's house, cuffed to a railing. My life is so damn lovely.

I waited about ten minutes before Angela and Vince came out. Two pink circles formed around Angela's eyes and Vince's hair was all over the place. I'm guessing stress.