Dominic's POV
I saw the blood draining off her face, as each second passed. Her eyes widened, as the reality of the situation finally sank in. I watched her abruptly get up and rush out of the dining hall.
"Rocco." I called out after she disappeared. "Make sure she gets to the room"
He got up and walked out after giving me a small nod.
"Dom, what happened? Why she run out so suddenly?" Megan asked from beside me. I turned to her. I didn't really look at her. My mind was running in some other direction. Why DID she run? she is their sister. What could possibly make her so sacred of her own blood?. When I think about now, we know absolutely nothing about her past. Except, well, that she had the Falcone blood running in her veins. And Miguel only stumbled upon that fact because of that waiter who worked for them 5 years ago.
I turned to look at Miguel, who pushed his specks up, his eyes held the same expression as I felt.
"Dominic" Rosa called out. "I still haven't found a way to contact those scoundrels. They have gone underground. Literally vanished." She had a scowl plastered on her face, well she was always scowling, but I could see the frustration in her body language. Rosa Diaz had never failed at any mission, as far as I knew. And I knew she wouldn't rest till the deed is done.
"Well, what if we let them find us? Vincent said after a long silence. I turned towards him to see a small smile sprawled across his face. "I mean they obviously they have spies spread around. We should take her to an event. Somewhere she would be seen" He finished.
Well, that is excellent.
"Yes, that's brilliant" Miguel spoke up.
I nodded. "Okay, then its settled. Rosa, find an event" She nodded, with new found determination. "Make sure, our presence is announced"
Awesome.
Lucia's POV Armani.
His name kept echoing in my mind. His penetrating gaze bore into me. No, I can't let this happen. I can't go back. I can't face them. Not now. Not ever. I need to get out of here. Rocco walked behind me, in the distance. The thudding our boots, resounded in the corridor. None of of some spoke anything. I walked inside the room, and turned around to see him holding the door. He winked at me.
"Goodnight, Love" A sharp click filled the room, followed by silence.
The cold wind blew into my face, the moment the glass fell to the ground. The shards of glass rubbed against the silk comforter, poking my palm, as I cleaned the sill. The window was low enough for me to jump, but high enough to at least sprain my ankles. My left wrist throbbed lowly, and constantly, as if trying to remind of its condition. I climbed the sill, and place my foot to the other side of the wall on small bump and looked down. The white marble flooring below, shone maliciously, waiting for me to hit it. I gulped.
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God" Chanting, as I squeezed my eyes and let of the window.
A shock went through my ankles and I tumbled to the floor. A cold, hard slap fell on my face. I grunted in pain. After a while, the started to shoot up from my ankles, just as the shock resided. The garden was huge. Miles and miles of trimmed grass, which was abruptly interrupted by the large fences. It was dark. Except a white bulb glowing in the extreme corner, in a little post by the fence.
A flimsy looking fat man sat in the post. His legs, propped up on the table, he dozed in and out of sleep, grunting every now and then. A sad, old man. Lonely. Who had probably forgotten how to have sex. I smiled.
"Hey, Lady what brings you here at this hour?" He looked at me with lust filled eyes. The first few buttons of my shirt were undone, showing off the edges of my pink bra. The tight bun on my head was relaxed too- jet black hair flowing down my waist in soft curls.
"I was feeling a little lonely" I smiled at him, eyelashes fluttering. I opened the door and came inside. It took him a while to comprehend my words, he blinked slowly. Eyes wide he hurried out of his chair, knocking off the huge, antique radio, as he straightened up. The metal radio was playing some old love song, but abruptly stopped on being knocked down. The man didn't spare it a glance, too entranced by what stood in front of him. "Want to give me your company?" I Put my hand on his chest and pushed him back in the chair.
"Why not?" My hands brushed his hair, lightly. I felt the coldness of the radio.
A sharp thud echoed.
The watchman fell to the floor like a sack of potato. The radio dangled in my hand.
"Sorry" I muttered. I placed him back on the chair, and turned the radio back on. Caressing the bump on his head for a moment, a tinge of guilt shot through me. It had to be done.
I shuffled through the drawers and found a car key.
"Hope to never see you again, Mr. Cruz" I whispered.
The car roared to life and sped up into the cold evening.
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When The City Sleeps
General Fiction"Don't even think for a second that I would hesitate in pulling the trigger." He said. "though the bullet won't go through here. Not yet" his fingers caressed her forehead before dropping down to her thighs. "First bullet will go through here" he pr...
