Vincent

Pretty Baby, Tattoos

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I woke up early in the morning. Well, it was only eight but to me, that was early. After lying in bed for about ten more minutes, I decided to get up and get dressed before heading downstairs.

Pausing at the foot of the steps, I noticed small droplets of blood. I couldn't help but imagine the worst because I didn't hear anymore come home yesterday. Like those morons in the movies, I went to investigate. My heart was banging around my chest like some kid on a sugar high. I was so nervous, taking soft steps.

You know, if someone did come in here and kill everyone, the smart thing would be to go hide or even go get Giovanni or Tito- if they were here. Actually, fuck that, I am getting Tito. I know he's here, he didn't leave yesterday. I didn't know if Giovanni was here or not, he didn't sleepover.

I practically sprinted upstairs, my steps rapid but soft. I was about to have a heart attack, fuck! I thought, I should grab my aunt too! but she was probably still sleeping and I wouldn't want to disturb her. I'd rather die peacefully than in a panic. I'd pay that respect to her.

My thoughts were kinda demented...

OH, MY GOD, ALEXIS! STOP THINKING AND GO!

I grabbed the door handle, silently praying it wasn't locked. When it moved, I thanked God, opening it. That huge ass man was in bed, reading some book with the lamp on. He had small glasses perched on his nose.

I didn't have time to be baffled at the sight.

At the sound of the door opening, he looked over. He looked slightly pissed off, standing up. Damit! I didn't need him to be mad at me right now! There could be a murderer in my house!

It felt like all my Italian left me in my state of panic and worry. I didn't even know any words. It was like when someone asked you your favorite movie and then you forgot every movie you've ever seen.

"Can you come downstairs with me?" I asked and then cursed myself.

He doesn't speak English, you fucking moron!

"Puoi venire con me?" I asked and he tilted his head before grabbing a gun on the side table. Thank God he had a brain to understand the panic in my tone.

Vincent was smart though. I wouldn't expect him to get a bodyguard that was all body and no brains. That wouldn't save his life if he needed his bodyguard.

He had a total of three. Two .44 magnums and one Wildey. He tucked a .44 in his waistband, grabbing the Widley and the other .44.

"Sai sparare?" he asked me and I nodded. "Stai dietro di me," he ordered, giving me the .44 and grabbing my arm to leave the room.

He took cautious steps downstairs. He saw the same thing of blood I did and I looked up at him for answers. He looked puzzled but didn't say anything, continuing to take quiet steps. I made sure to keep looking behind me, to make sure no one snuck upon us. I'd be the bodyguard to the bodyguard.

He stopped and I accidentally walked into his back. I quickly turned around to see what he saw. Vincent and dad were asleep on the sofa, their shirts stained with blood. Freddie was sleeping on the chair and Dante wasn't in the room.

Tito uncocked his gun and at the sound, dad jolted awake, causing Vincent to wake up from the movement. Dad grabbed the gun that was resting next to him, holding it up, blinking.