Innocence

Chapter Nineteen- Bucket List

Very short chapter. I apologize for that but this chapter leads to a much larger chapter. Just saying.

I've never made a bucket list before, but now that I know I'm probably going to die soon, I'm doing it now.

Eris's Bucket List:

1. Go skydiving.

2. See a shooting star.

3. Visit Italy.

4. Hold a large snake.

5. Skinny dip.

6. Dance in the rain.

7. Drive an expensive car.

8. Swim with dolphins.

9. Meet a celebrity.

10. Befriend a blind person.

11. Jump out of a moving vehicle(don't ask why).

12. Have somebody love me as much as I love them.

13. Attend a ballroom dance.

14. See my family one more time.

15. Die epically.

I know, it's crazy. Don't judge me though. Vince recommended I stay at the house but it's not like I left that much anyway. He's hired another bodyguard besides Chase to watch me and now I feel like every move I make is being watched.

Oh, and to make things so much better, Angela, Vince's ex-fiancé, is spending the weekend here. Yay! She's supposed to be arriving in a couple of minutes.

Anita also said she'd spend some more time here to make sure I'm okay. Or at least that's what she said in front of everyone else. To me, it was so that I wouldn't have to spend agonizing hours alone with Angela. I'm thankful for that.

I haven't actually seen much of Vince these past couple of days. I mean, it's not like I miss him or anything cause I don't. It's just weird without him here.

I haven't heard much about Lorenzo. It's almost as if he vanished from existence or something. Whenever Vince is here, he tells me what's currently going on. You know, just which side is doing the most killing and which side is doing the most dying(that would be us).

Vince said-and I quote, "It's like they were trained to be deadly assassin's or something, the moment they were unwillingly yanked from heir mother's vaginas." Yeah, just perfect.

I brought up my brother once-just randomly, and Vince got all antsy about it. I think he's up to something that involves me but I haven't figured it out yet. There has also been thus awkward tension between us when we're left alone together. I hate it.

Every time Jack comes over, he always has to say something about the two of us, causing me to blush insanely. Anita was completely oblivious to the constant looks we were giving each other or the sexually coded words Vince would lay on me. She just slipped on her shades and dove into a book or magazine or her phone.

Anita, by the way, is actually pretty cool. She loves to read, has a thing for beaches, her favorite color is royal blue, she's rescued thirty-two special, purebred puppies from a Russian dealer, and she's a photographer. When I first met her, she appeared sweet but acted like a bitch when no one important was watching. Then we got to chatting and we kind of hit it off. If none of this Mafia stuff happened, I would've loved for her to meet Penny. We could have all been great friends.

Too bad things took a turn for the worst.

"I'm here!" Mine and Anita's eyes shot up to Angela. On her arm was a small Gucci purse.

"Um, where are your things?" I asked her.

"Oh, right here!" She chirped back and moved out of the way to reveal an almost dying Jack. In his arms four massive luggage's. They were so big, you could  barely see his face behind it.

"Help. Me." He weakly wheezed out and I hurried over to him. I decided to take the top one seeing that it was a little smaller.

Anita stood up from the couch and came over to examine the suitcases. "You're staying two days," she started, then looked at Angela. "Not two years."

"Well, Annie-" Anita cringed, "You can never come too prepared. I mean, what if I spill wine all over my shirt and have nothing else to wear?"

"You could just borrow one of mine." I murmured. Nor that I'd really want her body in my clothing.

"No, no, no. That just won't do. I've seen the way you dress and..." She looked me up and down. How decent.

"Whatever." I muttered and went up to my room. Before closing my door, I heard Anita yell at Angela. Something about being picky and being a bitch. I don't know.

As soon as I sat down, my phone rang. Yes, I know, if I had a phone all this time, why didn't I just call my parents or the cops. Well, Vince trashed my last one and bought me a new one. But this one was tampered with so anything said through this phone would be heard by Vince's and his father's men. Cool right?(note the sarcasm)

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Vince."

I think I'd know that. His caller ID does pop up. "Yeah, I know. What you want?"

"It's what do you want. Not what you want. You have to add that 'do'." I rolled my eyes.

"Will you just tell me already!" I shouted at him. He only chuckled, like always.

"I have a gift for you."

"A gift? What kind of gift? Is it expensive? Is it big?" I bombarded.

"I'm not spilling, Rosy. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? Great-Bye!" With that, he hung up.

A gift? What kind of gift would Vince be bringing? It's probably either something hilariously stupid or something very, very bad.

I stuffed my phone in my back pocket and ran out of the room, downstairs. I had to stop dead in my tracks, though. The image in front of me was too strange and captivating.

Chase was on the floor, rocking back and forth, holding his leg. The other bodyguard was anxiously pacing to and from him. Anita and Angela were shouting very rude and sailor like words at each other while Jack sat in the middle with the most straightforward face I have seen.

Oh, and he was covered in cake!

"What on earth...?"

"Eris! I have your surprise!" I looked at Vince who was just now walking in with many men behind him. In their grasps though, were two people. I guess he didn't want them knowing where they were and covered their heads with masks.

"You brought me people?!" Who brings someone a person as a gift? I mean, unless they're Beyoncé, no.

"Not just any people. Men." On cue, two men ripped the masks off of the people and I froze. It can't be-can it?

"Bryce? Penny?"