Farfalla

4.) Caught

I race across what I guess is the DelVecchio lawn. The lawn is beautiful, bright green grass stretches as far as the eye can see and flowers are planted in a garden to my left. Under the circumstances I find myself wanting to stop and get lost in his yard.

As I zoom pass the garden I hear the faint sound of trickling water in the distance and conclude that there is a waterfall nearby.

Why does a mob boss have a waterfall?

Fifty feet ahead there is a 10 foot tall fence that would be daunting to a normal person but to someone like me this is a small task.

The shouting is getting louder behind me and I turn my head back to assess the threat.

There are five men dressed just like Vincenzo chasing after me with there guns at the ready.

"Shìt" I whisper to myself and speed up as the first bullet skims across my left ear. I pick up the pace, lifting my hand and bringing it back to see drops of blood on the tips of my fingers.

The fence is ten feet away and I begin to get alarmed at the fact that there are no guards at the perimeter of the land.

But I spoke too soon as twelve beefy Italians carrying assault rifles appear to my right as I get five feet away from the fence.

They march toward me like soldiers and surround me in a matter of seconds. My chest rising and falling rapidly, who knew Italian muscle heads could move so quickly.

They raise their guns simultaneously and one speaks, "Well, well, well... who do we have hear?" He has a greasy man bun and bushy eyebrows.

"A bìtch that you don't want to mess with."

Man bun chuckles and slams the butt of his gun into my chest, "You are the slút that killed my brothers. I'm gonna fuckïng kill you." He snarls and I lift my head from the ground, snickering at him as he presses the gun into my chest.

Another one speaks up, "Vincenzo will want her alive, Cicero." Man bun or Cicero turns to the meat head who just spoke and goes to say something but I cut him off with a forward kick to his dìck.

He groans and falls to his knees, I kick his face twice before any of his men help him.

They grab me by the arms and pull me to my feet. "You piece of shìt" I kick him again as they pull me away, nearly dislocating my shoulder.

Cicero struggles to his feet clutching his crotch, "I'll kill you, you little bìtch."

"Leave that to Vince." One of the fùckers attempting to pull my arm out of it's socket says.

I snort, "You obviously have no idea who the fùck I am. Your boss is probably dead right now from the bullet I lodged in his shoulder. You really don't want to fùck with me."

Before Cicero can try to shoot me again the little Italian military drags me inside. They lead me down a hall take two rights and one left. I admire the artwork and setup of the mansion as they lead me away. This house has a woman's touch.

The cold barrels of their guns press into my back and they nudge me forward. We come to a metal door built with six inch steel as if it belongs in a bank. One of the men steps in front of me and types in a twelve digit code and then scans his retina and pinky.

The door opens and reveals a dark and dingy stairwell. I huff, "What is the point of this? You guys are all actors, right? I mean a creepy stairwell and those black suits. Seriously-"

"Hush, you puta. Or I will break your pretty little mouth." I go to swing at his pretty little mouth but one of them catches my fist and pulls my arm behind my back.