Chapter Eight

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*ONE MONTH LATER*

DAWN'S POV

As I walked out into the hallway, past the security guards and to the front desk, I felt freedom. "ID number?" the officer asked.

"05170106." I replied.

"Name?"

"Dawn Bowie."

"Birthday?"

"January 8th, 1947." he walked back and brought out two buckets, one with my clothes and one with my stuff.

"One pair of pants, black, one Beatles t-shirt, black, one bandana, black. One pack of the cigarettes, a pack of matches and six hundred and thirty-two dollars." He gave me my stuff back. "Please change over there and put your jumpsuit in the bin. See you, Ms. Bowie." I changed and put my dirty clothes in the bin, walking outside. Freedom. I was arrested a month ago for the murder of my brother, Michael Bowie. My father couldn't get me off the hook but he did his best, that's why I only spent a month in here. Outside, was my boyfriend, Jimmy and my father.

"Hi dad." I gave him a hug. "Hi baby." I gave Jimmy a kiss on the cheek. We got in the car and drove home. "What's happened in the last month?"

"Well, not much, really." Jimmy said.

"Yeah, you didn't miss much." Dad said. We drove home and Dad dropped us off, saying he'd be at the bar. Jimmy and I walked inside and sat on the couch.

"It's good to be home." I smiled, laying on the couch. Next thing I knew, Jimmy was on top of me. I looked up at him and he was giving me a smirk that I couldn't handle, and he knew that. So I licked my lips slowly, biting my bottom lip slightly. I know he hates that. He leaned down and kissed me forcefully. I knew what he wanted, so I kissed back just as hard, trying to win dominance. He, of course, won and had my arms pinned down on the couch, with his head in my neck, kissing it in a way that turns me on all the time. He kills me. I tried to break my arms free and he just pushed them down harder, sucking at the flesh on my neck. I pushed my hips up against his and bit my lip, trying not to moan. I gently moved my hips against his, I mean as well as I could. He groaned into my neck and I felt his breath against it. I licked my lips and let out a small moan, hoping he wouldn't hear.

JIMMY'S POV

I was pushing her arms against the couch as she was grinding against me, it was so hot. I had given her about three hickies already. Oops. I let go of her arms and she immediately wrapped them around my neck, pulling at my hair. I fucking loved that. I groaned again and stood up, taking my shirt off. I leaned down to kiss her and then someone walked through the door. Dawn's best friend, Sam, from Sicily, had walked in and saw us making out on the couch. I stood up immediately, and put my shirt back on. Dawn sat up and fixed her hair, smiling. "Hey."

"Ciao." (Hello.) Dawn stood up and hugged Sam.

"Cosa stai facendo qui?" (What are you doing here?) Dawn asked. I can kind of speak Italian now but not very much.

"Volevo sorprenderti." (I wanted to surprise you.) She smiled and looked at me.

"Ti ricordi di Charlie?" (Do you remember Charlie?) Dawn asked, pointing at me.

"Yes." Sam said. I guess she can speak English.

"How good is your English?" Dawn asked.

"Pretty fucking good." She laughed, so did Dawn. What was so funny? I shrugged. "But what were you guys doing when I walked in? Gettin' it on?" She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed.

"Well, if you didn't walk in, then yeah." Dawn said, rolling her eyes.

"Did your father come along?" I asked.

"No, he has work to do in Sicily. But I tried to convince him." she said.

"Oh, that's okay." Dawn said, looking at her. "So, you hungry or something? You must've had a long flight." 

"I can make something for us to eat or we can go out." I smiled, poking Dawn's cheek. 

"Sounds good but I have a job to do first." Dawn smiled at me. 

DAWN'S POV

I left Sam and Jimmy alone in the living room while I went to my father's office. I knocked on the door and one of his men opened the door, welcoming me into the room. "Hey Pa, I'm about to go do the Crosby job. Any reminders or tips?" I asked, sitting across from him at his desk.

"No, but can you do my hair before you go?" I smiled and nodded, doing the usual slick back with grease. I kissed his cheek and smiled.

"That'll be forty dollars." I laughed. 

"You're funny, darlin'." he laughed with me.

"I know but can I actually have forty dollars?" I asked, holding my hand out and giving him puppy dog eyes. 

"For what?" He looked at me, raising an eyebrow. 

"Not gonna lie to you, pops, it's for drugs." I laughed but he didn't laugh with me. 

"Dawn, what have I told you about bringing drugs into this house?" he was upset.

"Dad, it's just pot, you know I smoke it." He nodded.

"Okay, just don't get into the hard crack cocaine white stuff." He spoke in his Italian accent.

"Yes daddy."

"Tom, give her forty dollars and I'll give it to you later." He spoke. The man I'm assuming is Tom handed me money.

"Thank you." I kissed my father on the cheek and walked out of the room. I walked to the closet and unlocked it. I grabbed a knife and a small gun, just in case. I put them in my pants and walked out, locking the door. I went down the stairs and out to the living room where Sam and Jimmy were. "I'm going out. Be back in an hour." I smiled and left, going out to my car. I got in and started it. I backed out of my driveway and sped off the office building. I parked my car and went into the building. I went up the stairs to the floor. I looked for the room. I knocked on the door and no one answered.  Suspicious. I opened the door and peeked in. No one was in there. Hm. I turned around to see a big man standing behind me. I gasped and pulled out my knife, stabbing him. He fell to the ground with a thud. I ran to the other room that he could be in and sure enough, he was in there. He was sitting in his chair looking out the window. Just before I went in, my phone rang. I answered the phone. "Hello?" I walked into the room and behind the chair. I pulled the safety of the gun back.

"Dawn Bowie, we killed your father. The Godfather is dead." The person said. With that, I pulled the trigger.

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