FIFTEEN

I can do this.....never mind. Let me die.

"Shoot me in the ass love." He said while he showed me his ass.

Oh god. I looked over my shoulder to Vincenzo and his face is blank. He puts my finger on the trigger and that's when he pushes it down. He pushed my fingers down five times.

Five times Ricardo got shot in the ass. He's on the ground, yelling in pain, while blood oozes out of his pants. His hands are in fist, banging on the floor while the pain hits him hard.

The bullets are scattered across both of his cheeks and that's when I start to let go of the gun and Vincenzo tosses it on his back.

"Nice aim." Edward said while laughing slightly. I look over to him and see him smiling but that's when I turn light headed and pass out.

*****

After that day of passing out and Vincenzo being on high alert on where I'm going, I'm doing fine.

I've been getting along nicely with Erika and some other girls. I would practice with Edward and I asked Vincenzo if Edward can come to the meetings that we go too, because I'm more calm when I'm with him. And I don't go blank when talking to these bosses because I know Edward is there.

But guess what. He said no. N. O.

He said that he doesn't need another one of his men in the meetings. It's just him and some other guy. But that's stupid I told him. Why not bring your best friend? He said he's fine being undercover. He doesn't need him another target with his men. So no.

But it's been months since we went to meetings. I would say I'm pretty good at seducing now. Than before were I would be hello, let me seduce and make you give me all your secrets.

Yeah. I'm better than that. All thanks to Edward. I've been having fun in here. Like I would get to walk where I would want if Vincenzo doesn't catch me, and I would always sneak food if I would find myself in the kitchen. And then I would run all the way up stairs. I don't have to wear high heels, thank god, because last time I tried wearing heels again, I rolled my ankle just by taking a step.

Ricardo got better. His ass was sore for a couple of weeks, so he would slowly sit down and hiss or would just stand up. He would smoke the pain away or get drunk out of his mind.

But other than that, he's fine. He would ask if we wanted to do it again, but I knew Vincenzo was somewhere around and I would always have to decline. I wouldn't mind, don't get me wrong, but if Vincenzo shoots them in there limbs and ass, imagine if he actually catches us.

So, I guess you can say my life grew slightly better, but I do miss the outside a lot.

******

"Pack." That's all he said as he open my door and pushed me in my room.

"Fûck you!" I yelled. I turned around and went to go run towards him and punch him but he winked and slamming the door close, making me run straight into it. "Vincenzo!" I yelled while I shook the knob, trying to unlock it, but it's locked from other side. "Vincenzo!" I yelled while slamming my first on the door.

"Pacco Mai!" He said in a stern voice from the other side. I continued to slam my fist on the door and yelled, cursing every curse word I knew at him. I kicked at the door but my toes popped, and never really popped my toes, so it hurt. Like. Bad.

I fell down while holding my toes and cursing still. "You're a mother fûckin bîtch! You're a fûckin bîtch ass. Looking like a fûckin cockroach-" the door slammed open while I looked up, seeing him staring me down, "pack Ever. That's all I'm going to say. Five minutes starts now. Pack, and if not...just watch." He smirked and then walked out with the door slamming shut.

"Five minutes starts now." I said while getting up and making my voice annoying while I mimic him.

Okay. You're confused. I get that. Look. Vincenzo came barging in the 'second floor' that's what I call it, it's where I shot Ricardo. Anyway, he comes barging in and pulls me away from Edward and tells me where going to some place, I don't know, I wasn't paying attention. And he told me to go pack because you're coming with me like a whore you are.

You never. Ever. Tell a woman she's a whore. Never. So that's why I was yelling and punching and kicking.

I was throwing all the clothes I had on the bed from the closet like a little brat and mumbling things I would not say, about Vincenzo. All I had was lingerie and t-shirts from Edward. I had some underwear, I told Edward to get me some but Ricardo insist that he got them. Yeah...don't let him get them. All he got was lace thongs.

I had one sweat pant, it was from Edward too. Basically I'm getting all his clothes slowly and slowly.

Basically I through my whole closet on the bed, and gripped my hair and wanted to scream but I knew I couldn't. So I turned around and punched the wall.

Yeah. Don't do that. Pain shot though my fist then to my hand then shooting up my wrist all the way to my arm. I slowly moved my hand to my chest and held it while throbbing pain made its way to my wrist and knuckle.

I bit my lip and a tear fell down my face. The door open and I didn't bother to look at him. "Lets go. Where's your bag." I held my wrist tighter and that's when I burst out in tears. I looked over to him and his eye brows furrowed but he ignores me and grabs my clothes from the bed and pulls out a suit case from under the bed, and placed all my clothes in there.

I was crying while I held my wrist and I looked down again, and I see my knuckles starting to turn purple slightly from all the redness. But the throbbing never stopped.

I saw his shoes before I saw his hands. "What did you do?" He growled while he gripped my wrist, but I yelped in pain and pulled it away from him.

"I-I p-punched th-e wa-l-l." I sobbed while I whipped my eyes but when he gripped my wrist it hurt even more.

He sighed, "we don't have time. We'll look at it in the plane." He grabbed my other hand and interlocking them, while grabbing the suit case and walking out of the door.

We made our way out of the "house" and walked towards the car. I sat in my side like usually and he did too, and we went off to the plane.

I held it close to my chest while I silently cried. I don't know, maybe thirty minutes we finally made it to this jet, and got out. The driver took our bags while Vincenzo helped me walk up the stairs and when we got in the plane, light brown leather seats was what I saw, while there was so much room in there. A bar was here too, even a little bed.

And that's where I went. To the bed. I cried in the pillow. And I'm guessing that I was crying for so long I didn't even know we took off, but I started to cry myself to sleep.

I fell asleep with pain.