Poison Tree

Too soon

*Giovoni's POV*
     The girl was smart, I'd give her that. When we heard the tray get thrown, we thought the girl had actually listened. That was until we rounded the corner, only to see Cane and his men standing on high alert, looking confused as ever. The girl? Running towards her car. I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
     "Adesso!" I snapped to my men. Without hesitation, we opened fire. But Cane was quick. He picked a chair up and threw it at our direction, before we heard glass break. When I looked back, he was gone, leaving his men to die. The fucking coward. But that wasn't why I was pissed. I was pissed because a certain someone should have stuck to the plan.
"Lasciarne uno!" I yelled to my men over the gunfire. I saw one of the men get shot in the knee. Screaming, he went to the ground holding his knee. We quickly took out the rest, when all noise ceased.
"Caricalo." I said as I tucked my gun away. I headed to the back where I found Tsar. She didn't have a purse on her when she ran out, and I didn't have time to get her tag. I went in the back and kicked the office door down. I threw the paper work everywhere, flipping everything upside down. I looked over every inch of the office and let out a frustrated growl as I was headed out, but stopped in my tracks when I saw a big jacket with a lump under it. I smirked as I snatched the jacket, knowing the purse was under it. By the time I got out to the parking lot my men were gone. I got in my car and dumped the purse's contents onto the passenger side. I was surprised that I didn't hear cop sirens. I smirked to myself. She didn't call the cops? Interesting. I rifled through chapstick, receipts, which I put to the side, scrap change, gum, pads, and tons of pens and pencils, and finally, an I.D. Tsar Guisseppe, 19, 5'7, 134 pounds, black hair, green eyes, biracial. My eyes went up at that. I thought she was just Caucasian. I mean, that's what majority of Americans were. It made me miss Italy that much more. I sighed in frustration before putting the contents back in the purse, when a crumbled piece of paper rolled from the pile and onto the floor. I picked it up and noticed that it was thicker than an average sheet of paper. I unfolded it to discover that it was an envelope. I couldn't stop the smile from coming. Not just any envelope. A bill. A water bill to be exact. A water bill with her address. I contemplated on wether to pop up now, or tomorrow. She could already be headed out of town. Fanculo. I pulled my phone out and dialed the number quickly. I hated having to deal with him. He was a pain in the ass. A smart pain in the ass.
"Giovoni hon-i! Long time no call, what is up with that? Found someone better?" The aggravating voice continued.
"Jared, I just talked to you yesterday." I gritted out rolling my eyes.
"It's been a whole twenty four hours since! Any ways, whatcha got for me bro?" Jared asked excitedly. I swear if he wasn't my brother, he'd have been twelve feet under.
"I need you to get all information on a Tsar Guisseppe, and check the cameras of her apartment lobby. I need to know if she went there an hour ago." I said starting the car engine.
Ohh, is big brother interested in anyone?" Jared asked. I heard him typing fast in the back ground. I grinned, deciding to play with him.
"o forse ti sto sostituendo?" I said and hurriedly hung up. Five minutes later the phone rung again.
"Sì?" I said nonchalantly.
"non potresti mai sostituirmi!" He breathed into the phone. I bit back a laugh as he continued. "But yes, the girl is there. Room number b13. Divertiti, fratello, ciao." He hurriedly hung up the phone. I grinned before turning the car around.

     Ti ho trovato.

*Tsar's POV*
     I was out like a baby, when suddenly I got pulled from dream world. Someone was knocking on my door. I glanced at the clock and groaned. Five in the morning?! I reached blindly under my bed until my hand brushed across the smooth cold metal of my baseball bat. I stumbled from the bed, cursing because my feet having to touch the cold ground. It was also cold in my apartment. I hastily unlocked the door, swinging it open, still half asleep. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and got a better look at the person at my door. Fucking Perez.
     "Fuck Perez, five in the morning?" I asked as I leaned on my bat. Perez chuckled at me before leaning against the threshold.
     "I see someone was prepared. Ex maybe?" He was still grinning like an idiot.
     "Something like that." I mumbled, trying to clasp on to sleep's embrace.
     "I was stopping by to see if you have been experiencing any...water issues? A tenant came banging on my door a couple minutes back so I decided do check everyone." He said, avoiding my eye contact. I literally felt like crying. I just wanted to sleep.
     "Oh, you mean like what you just did to me?" I chuckled before opening the door wider for him to come in. I walked to the kitchen and turned the faucet on. The water came shooting out, like nothing was ever wrong. I turned to Perez with my eyebrows raised.
     "Right......sorry to bother you sar, see ya?" He said before practically running out, slamming the door behind him. I walked to the door, dragging the bat behind me as I locked the door. I couldn't get back to my room fast enough. As I crossed the threshold to my room, I was about to throw the bat, until a voice came from behind me. A voice I thought I'd made sure couldn't find me. I turned around, blindly swinging the bat, until it was snatched from my hands. I heard the "clunk" as it hit the hard wood floor, followed by soft laughter. I stood in the middle of my dark room, not knowing which way the bastard was.
     "Mi ha mancato?" His voice came from the left as I quickly turned.
     "No, but what I do miss is my bed, so if you could just, you know, leave?" I said, crouching low to the ground. I had my hands out, feeling blindly for the bat. I heard him chuckling and I wanted to cry.
     "Così capisci l'italiano?" He said. I heard the floor board creek and I stopped before continuing.
     "Somewhat." I mumbled before I felt my hand brush something solid. I grabbed whatever it was, until it grabbed me back. I screamed when I was yanked roughly into a wall? When the lights came on. I squinted, and when I could see again, I didn't want to. The man from the diner was in my room, wearing the same black clothes. The only difference was that he was smiling like he had just won the biggest trophy. He had his rough hands on my arms, pinning them down to my sides. He had me chest to chest with him.
     "You're coming with me." He stated, as he started walking towards the front door.
     "Like hell I am!" I started struggling, which I really shouldn't have done. He grabbed me and tried to put a cloth over my nose and mouth, but I stamped on his foot, and ran back towards the room. I didn't hear him as he ran behind me and tackled me to the floor. Before I could kick or scream, the cloth was back over my face.
     "This time I came prepared love." He whispered in my ear. My body went limp on the floor, my vision getting blurry. He stood up and picked me up bridal style.
     "Sogni d'oro amore." He said grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat.
     Great. Just fucking great. I was out before we had even left my apartment.