"Y/ n," Vinnie says softly, as if talking to a wounded animal. "I wouldn't have let him kill you, you know."
"Thanks?"
He looks away from me again. I don't know what to say or do, so I just stay still and silent. Then he tosses me my purse.
"I swear I won't hurt you, y/ n."
A little late for that, isn't it?
"What do you mean?" I ask as I dig through my purse. Of course my weapon is gone. A for effort, I bet.
"I mean that I won't hurt you any more than I already have."
"So what now? I have to pee, but I don't suppose there's a bathroom in here ..."
He chuckles. "Open a door, it just might lead to a bathroom. You've seen our videos, so you know how fucked up shit can get with us."
"True."
I stand up and head over to the door in the back of the room. It opens! And - thank God - there's a bathroom. I hastily do my business and then walk back into the room to see Vinny crying. He doesn't look at me, he just hunches over and sobs.
What do I do? God, seriously.
"It's going to be okay," I assure him, even though I myself don't believe it. "We're gonna be okay."
Vinny startles me by laughing. He lifts his head up and looks at me. His eyes are red and puffy. "Don't you fucking get it? We are never going to get out of this. Never. Got it?"
"Vin - "
"No, you don't get it, y/ n. You're not going to get out of this and neither am I," he says.
"Well, I hope you're wrong."
For my sake, as well as his.
