Emilia

43: Emilia

-Salvatore-

I could already tell that today was going to be an amazing day; rather exciting if I do say so myself. It was a day that I always wondered if I'd live long enough to see. It was a day that I craved more than anything in this world.

Today was the day my uncle was going to die.

Whether it be at the hands of Vincent or I, he was going to get everything he deserves. He was going to suffer, just like he made our mothers suffer. I was going to make sure that this bastard received not a single form of mercy.

"So this underboss of Mario's, his name is Danilo, yes?" I asked, walking around Benny slowly as I built up fear inside of him. He gulped, nodding his head as he eyed me.

"How trustworthy do you think he is?" I questioned as I came to a stop right in front of him. He looked up at me, my hands finding their way into my pockets as we held each other's stares.

"Uh, I think he is a very trustworthy person. Why do you ask?" He arched a brow at me in confusion.

"Because I would like to know if I can trust that he will bring me my uncle when we meet in a few hours. I don't know him, so how am I supposed to know if I'm walking into a trap or not?" I responded and he nodded his head in understanding.

I stared at him in irritation. Benny had to have been the most boring person I've ever had tied to a chair. He just sits there and obeys like a trained puppy. His obedience almost made me want to shoot him just to make things a little more exciting.

I pulled up a chair, spinning it around as I straddled it. He sat in front of me as I just stared at him, trying to kill time before I needed to leave.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to tear his eyes away from mine. He gulped nervously as I just sat there in silence before pulling my gun out of the back of my slacks. I clicked off the safety of the gun, cocking it before I pulled the trigger. It fired as the bullet went straight into his thigh, a loud yell escaping his mouth as he cried out strings of colorful curses.

"What the hell was that for?!" He groaned as blood started to ooze from the wound. I stared at him with a bored look to express how I was feeling. I shrugged my shoulders, standing up from the chair as I tucked my gun back into my slacks.

"Felt like it." I replied honestly, bending down as I picked up the rag I'd used as Benny's gag before placing it on his thigh where the blood was dripping out of.

"Use that to clean yourself up. You're getting blood all over my floor." I said, walking out of the room as I slammed the door behind me. I smirked, knowing damn well he couldn't do anything to his leg since he was all tied up.

I looked down at the watch on my wrist and I sighed as I realized I still had four hours to kill before taking back my bastard of an uncle.

My eyes fell upon Vincent as he entered the house with Emilia in his arms in the form of bridal style. She giggled as he set her down before placing a kiss on her head.

"Welcome back lovebirds." I said, strolling over to them and I eyed Vincent skeptically as he stared at me, frozen in his place. He cleared his throat as he gave me a small grin, patting me on the back.

"What?" I questioned, arching my brow at him. He just stared at me, opening his mouth as if he were going to say something before he shook his head.