Stella Starlet

Sirens

We sat on the floor in the corner of the lobby. 

"Carlisle, what do we do? The cops . . ."

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and looked around. He then pulled out his cell phone and made some phone calls in angry-sounding Italian. 

After about ten minutes of sitting in silence, the doors opened and six men with large duffle bags walked in. 

Carlisle got up and spoke more Italian to then, gesturing to the bodies around the floor. 

After conversing, they nodded and opened the duffle bags and pulled out about fifty bottles of vodka.

Vodka?

Carlisle came to the corner and sat down. "We're going to have to get out in a little bit."

"What are they going to do?" I asked, watching each man open a bottle. 

He took a deep, pained breath and looked around at the room. "We're going to burn down this building until it's nothing but ashes."

I gasped.

"But Carlisle-"

"Amore mio, we don't have a choice. I don't want to but I'm not going to fucking jail because some pricks tried to shoot me to pieces. Cazzo! I'm going to find Enzo or whoever the fuck did this and make them fucking suffer!"

I leaned my head on his tense shoulder and watched the douse each body in a generous amount of the alcohol. 

Ten more men with duffle bags came in and walked through the lobby to the elevator, going to take care of the other floors. 

A couple more men came in with large propane tanks and laid four out in the lobby. More men with more tanks went up in the elevator.

"Okay, it's time for us to go."

He took my hand and led me to the elevator, pressing the buttons to go to the rooftop.

A helicopter waited there and Carlisle and I walked to it, getting inside. After putting on headphones, the helicopter began to lift off the building. 

We began to descend upwards and away from the building. After being a safe distance from the building, the helicopter stopped and Carlisle looked at the building. 

A couple seconds later, the lobby went up in flames, the walls and glass exploding with heaping flames. 

After that, the second floor and so on. Each floor exploded into flames, debris flying everywhere like fireworks.

Sirens could be heard as the building became engulfed in the flames. 

Carlisle took hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze. 

The helicopter began to move away again, leaving the sirens and the burning building behind us.

-

As we walked through the front doors of Carlisle's home, I could tell he was infuriated. 

He leaned his hands on the counter, lowering his head. 

"Fuck!"

He picked up a glass that was next to him and threw it across the room. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He repeatedly yelled as he threw more things, each piece shattering against the wall. 

I put a gently hand on his shoulder and he looked at me, fire in his eyes.

"Stella, please, get away from me right now."

If I was sensible, I would've listened but instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close.

"Please stop throwing things," I whispered against his chest.

He kissed the top of my head and whispered an apology. 

I perked up and looked up at him. "Hey, how about we do something fun?"

He chuckled as I grabbed his hand and walked him to the bedroom. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching into the bedside table. 

As I unbuttoned my shirt, he cut up little diamonds with a credit card on the small table. 

I walked over to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. 

He took a hundred dollar bill and rolled it up and leaned down and did a line. 

God, he was sexy.

He got up to take off his blood-stained dress shirt as I did a line as well. 

He sat back down and I walked over to him and stood between his legs. 

I pushed him onto the bed and grinned at him. 

"Ooh, coke-fueled sex." I chuckled. 

He laughed and leaned up to latch his lips onto mine. 

After a while, he flipped us over so that I was the one underneath him. He grabbed both my hands and held them above my head as he laid kisses on my neck. 

-

"I need your help."

I heard Carlisle sigh as he spoke into the phone. He leaned on the balcony railing as the crisp air blew into the room, the curtains swaying. 

I laid on the bed, wrapped in the sheets, leaned up against the headboard. 

"They fucking came into my fucking building!" Carlisle yelled into the phone. 

I lit up a cigarette, the soft amber glow from the lighter illuminated the dark room. 

"They tried to hurt Stella, I'm not going to fucking sit like a bitch!"

I chuckled.

"Cazzo! Fine, fine, fucking fine. Just fly over and we will talk when you arrive. See you soon, father."

He hung up the phone and walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching me. 

I blew a cloud of smoke into his face and he laughed as his hand swiped away at the air in front of his face. 

"Have you ever thought about us getting married?" He asked.

I paused for a moment and then finally nodded. 

"Sometimes, it would be very strange to be known as your wife." I chuckled at the idea. 

He kissed my hand and gripped it in his.

"I love you."