Lucia:
Dominic was getting agitated. Two days had passed since the death of Carson. Two days since Lucia had declared that she wanted to see his body. But she was no where in sight. The narrow slit under the door revealed no light, no matter the how many times he passed by her room. At night, when they were all retired to their rooms, he would hear her shuffling around the house. The liquor cabinet, something he made sure is never empty, hardy had a few bottles left. At times, he would catch a glance of her talking with a servant, as he walked to the door. During those rare occasions, he would hide and watch her. Though these encounters, too, began very predictable. She would haul any male servant, hand him a bunch of dollars and he would slip her a packet of cigarettes, then she would once again disappear in her room.
"Dominic, when is she coming to check the body out?" said Vincent. The morning sun filtered through the window, falling on Dominic's face. He sat at the head of the long table; chair turned towards the window behind him. Around him sat the rest of the crew. They were relaxed, each holding a glass of wine, which glittered as the sunlight kissed it.
"What are we even waiting for? We know he was killed. Why do we even need her to do?" said Rosa, as her glass hit the table, a little too noisily. Dominic saw, from the corner of his eyes, Vincent glance towards her nervously before he spoke, "Right now all we have is her. Forensic scientists can dig out a lot of information with the tiniest of evidence. This can lead us to the Falcone brothers" Vincent finished, tentatively looking at Rosa. He fiddled with his fingers under the table. She sent him a chilling look. Vincent sighed.
"Why will she help us bust her own brothers?" said Rocco, his legs were sprawled on the table as he lazily rocked back and forth on his chair.
"She doesn't know this will help us-"
The door barged open and in walked Lucia- an empty glass bottle in her hand, her frenzied brown hair stuck out of her head, floating in the air. She was wearing fluffy blue pajamas that had tiny bear heads stitched all over it and a grey jacket. Her eyes, Dominic noticed, were dilated and glazed. She stared at them, hiccupped and walked away. They watched her, with mild amusement, (y/n) towards the glass cabinet that was fixed above a leather couch in the distance. She kneeled on the couch and stretched towards the wooden handle. The empty bottle lay forgotten on the floor. She froze midway.
"I will drink all his booze." Lucia slurred, collapsing onto the couch. "As REVENGE" she hiccupped once more and continued trying to open the cabinet. "Dominic Cruz. Hot-ass monster. I will kick him." She hummed to herself, as her fingers slipped past the bottle. "Why is that asshole so smoking hot? I know why" She stopped and whipped around, suddenly realizing the company. "Hey! You! Are you spying on me?" Lucia pointed her finger to a grinning Rocco. "I want to sleep" she lied back on the couch and closed her eyes.
"She is hammered" Rocco exclaimed as he jerked up. "I like her"
"Of course, you do" Dominic muttered lowly as he got up, trying to fight the smirk on his face. Even Miguel's head hung down. Dominic caught the small quirk of his lips.
"That's enough for you" said Dominic, his hand snaking around Lucia's arm. She noticed Dominic face as her body jerked away from the couch towards Dominic. Dominic saw her gulp at the sight of him, her eyes grew a fraction of an inch but they were still dilated. She clasped his arms, wobbling till she balanced herself. Her feet stretched up and she leaned towards him, her eyes were still wide, as she reached to Dominic's ear. He was frozen, watching her move. Everybody in the room had leaned farther, eyes glued to them. It was not everyday their boss was assaulted by drunken women.
"I" she whispered. The drunk whisper travelled across the room. "will kick you-
Dominic tripped to the ground, a loud grunt echoing in the dining room. Lucia stood above him, with a smile on her face. A victorious smile, stretched impossibly wide across her cheeks. Then she purged.
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Sorry for the small chapter but it just felt right to end it here.
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