Bound by my blood

Chapter thirty-three

She was one of the rare ones,
So effortlessly her self
And he loved her for
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Vincenzo's p.o.v:

Jess rolls her hips, trying to create friction as she kisses down my neck. The noise of the club drowns out her pleas and moans thankfully.

My padre stands at bar, whispering about something on the phone. I didn't even want to be here with anyone. I wanted to be at mine and Alexa's home, watching Grey's anatomy with my wife and some wine.

Perhaps I would have let her have a glass too if it meant she wouldn't complain or try to steal mine.

However, she would never be safe with me. The business deal had made that very clear. She could have died that night and it would have been my fault because I made the decision to take her.

Angelo glanced at me before facing his scotch. He was the only person that knows the truth. The only one who knew that I hadn't lost my memories.

It was just the only way that Alexa would leave me and go home. Alexa's words after I was shot plays on loop in my head.

"No  you've got to stay with me. You hear me! Stay awake, lover. My home is with you."

I tried to tell myself that she didn't mean it. She was saying it because she thought I was going to die. Fuck. I thought I was going to die.

It would have been worth it if it meant she was going live another day.

Suddenly, my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I carelessly shove Jess off of my lap and answer the call. The first thing I hear is shouting and thuds and I think someone's got the wrong number.

That is until I hear her voice on the other end of the line.

"Vince. You need to leave. Go somewhere safe anywhere. Don't tell anyone. You've got a rat. They're going to kill you" she demands before the call cuts off.

I curse and dial the number but it goes straight to voicemail. How does she know that I've got a rat? My eyes scan the club for any hints but I don't find any.

Angelo catches my eye as he hangs up on someone too. He stands up and strides over to me quickly. Tucking his phone and a wad of money into his front pocket.

His eyes move around the room and he switches peoples purses and wallets with stones and pebbles as he walks past. I never asked how he got so good at pick pocketing as he never told me.

"Alexandria called me. I've got enough money to leave. We need to go now" Angelo mutters and I nod. We both sneak out the back and climb into Angelo's Porsche 911.

I pull out my phone, wanting to waiting for a call that will give us more information but instead I press on my pilots number.

I call to tell him to meet me in the airport and to be ready to leave as soon as we get there. The conversation is short so no one can hack the call or track us.

"What did Alexa say to you?" I question after we drive in silence to the airport. Neither of us have any clothes or any of necessities and I think of asking to head to one of the safe houses for supplies.

"Not much. That we had a rat. You would probably be stubborn and not leave. To drag you to America by your ear if you refused to leave. Specifically New York. Not to tell anyone" he sums up and a small chuckle escapes me.

Of course she would have a plan to get me out of the country even if I didn't want to.

"Why New york? Her family must hate me" I huff and he just shrugs. His eyes focusing on the road as the runway comes into view.

I would be confused if her family didn't hate me. The hurt on her face when I shouted at her in the hospital had killed me and I had loathed myself for it everyday. I had never cared for anyone much before but she is different.

She walked in and broke down all the barriers around my scabrous, shattered heart and slowly started it together again. It is still shabby but it is hers none the less.

Angelo skids to the stop on the field and we both jump out the car. He kisses the front of the car and I roll my eyes at him.

The pilot was already set and prepared in the drivers seat of the private jet. We both board briskly and the doors shut tightly behind us.

"She said she'll meet us somewhere so she must not hate you" Angelo sighs after we are seated on the plane and it has taken off without any trouble.

I cling to the thought she might not hate me all the way over to New York.