What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

On the job again.

The trio walked along a high street, smiles plastered on each of their faces as they acted like good friends. It would seem ordinary to any bystander. A group of university students maybe, enjoying the sun while taking a stroll.

However this was not the case, in reality they were baiting any men to confront them or even look at them in any peculiar manner.

The hitman, body guard and the Don's daughter agreed that they would stop for lunch outside a small cafe, in the public eye for all the see.

Sofia had made several remarks in the hour the three had been walking around for, mainly regarding the fact that she was not allowed to be shopping. Victor had clearly stated that should she be shopping she would expect himself and Jacob to carry her bags, ultimately deeming them useless had they been attacked.

Victor smiled as the waiter brought out his blueberry muffin and his coffee, he had paid the man quite the tip for just the two items but he knew it had been appreciated. His muffin didn't taste as good as he had hoped, perhaps he had just gotten used to Cara's.

The thought of Cara made his stomach twist, his palms grew sweaty with fear for her life. His good mood plummeted into darkness, leaving nothing but anger in its wake.

"We're going into the rougher side of town, I'll lead the way." Victor commanded, his coffee quickly forgotten as he stood.

"I haven't even eaten yet! You can't just expect.." Sofia whined yet stopped the moment she received a glare from Victor. His face had changed, his eyes dark now with rage. She knew better than to anger the man, he had no queries when it came to killing women.

Victor marched through the crowds, gaining stares of disapproval from the rich along with snobbish tuts. Sofia was behind him now, Jacob staying close to her side eyeing every person who had been glaring.

The walk was only half an hour though it had felt like an eternity, clouds began to cover the sky snuffing out what light remained. Victors mood only became darker as he watched children cower away from the cold, each taking shelter in cardboard boxes.

Sofia looked at them with disgust, her mouth and nose now covered with a sheer scarf.

"Take that off." Victor snapped the second caught sight of her.

"I'll be sick if I have to smell this place! It's horrid." The girl complained, only now Victor had had enough.

With one swift movement he had her throat in his hand, her back to a wall as his face was inches from her own. His breathing was ragged now and for a moment he believed Jacob would step in, the boy surprised him by stepping back and watching for on lookers.

"You listen right now, if no one can see your face how do you expect them to make a move? You complain about everything but how do you think your father got to where he is now? Do you think he just made people fear him?!" Victor snarled, his voice dangerously low as Sofia began shaking her head.

"He gained the respect of people, poor or rich. Why? Because he was willing to get his hands dirty. He came to places like this and helped where he could. He never turned his nose up on people like this, people like her!"

It was only then that Victor had even realised that he was angry because of Cara. Cara had not been rich, she too had been sheltered by boxes and looked down on by people like Sofia. She never deserved that, neither did these people.

"If you ever want to have anyone respect you, you look after these people. Do you understand?" His breath was hollow now, his heart breaking for a girl he no longer had by his side.

"Yes." Sofia let out a shaky breath and slowly released herself from Victors grasp, taking the scarf from her face and placing it back into her bag.

"Zsasz, we've got company." Jacob startled Victor from his thoughts, the clouds let the rain begin to fall as though the universe had wanted to wash away the images of Cara that played through Victors mind.

"Good." He grinned while turning to face the men who now stood at the end of the street.

"Well, if it isn't the Falcone girl! My, my. What are you doing in our side of town?" A greasy haired man stepped forward with a crooked smile, his accent prominent.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Sofia didn't allow her fear to show, instead she straightened her back and bared her teeth for all to see.

"How about you send your little friends away so we can chat." The mans face was more visable as he stepped forward once again, his eyes a dark green that seemed to light up as he looked her up and down. His tongue shooting out and tasting his lips as he did so.

"Irish? Hmm. No I think we'll stay right here. Can't trust you guys, you know how it is." Victor smiled sweetly as his cool tone floated through the air.

"Boys, looks like you're gonna have some fun with this one." The man spat, his voice so gruff that it betrayed his calm demeanour.

The air was becoming thicker as the toxic atmosphere was made worse by the heavy rain fall. Four men stepped in front of the ring leader, each uglier than the last.

"First one to kill those two gets the girl when the boss is done with her." The dark tone of voice came from behind them, all the men grinned. Weapons were pulled, steps taken.

Victor smiled menacingly before saying the three words he had been dying to say.

"Take her home."

The words were barely audible with the noise of the rain, Jacob did not hesitate however. He grabbed onto Sofia and ran, leaving Victor alone to fight. The footsteps of the four men hurtling towards him sounded like the beating of drums. A melody of chaos and blood shed, a tune that would never cease to give Victor a buzz in his chest.