Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Murder House

Juliet Ferguson

I hate not knowing what's happening, I've been blindfolded and I'm trusting my lover, to get me wherever he has taken me safely.

"Are you ready?"

I nod, "I've been ready."

He removes my blindfold and I open my eyes, but I don't find myself in a romantic place, instead, I find myself in a warehouse, the same warehouse where I was kidnapped and taken to the night I was violated.

"Why the hell would you bring me here?"

He takes my hand, but I pull it back and stare at him, "Vincent, is this some sick joke to you?"

"Quite to contrary my love, I've brought you here to find peace,"

I scoff, "You're joking right?"

"Follow me,"

He starts walking towards an open area, I follow behind him and as soon as we make it to another open space, a man comes into view, he's tied to a chair, savagely beaten, and looks like his sheer life is in danger.

"Who is that?"

He walks over to the man, puts on a glove, and pulls his head back by his hair and I immediately know who is, the guy from the club.

"How did you find him?"

"That is simple, my bloodhounds on the street found him, I believe this is the guy that was with you the night you were kidnapped, drugged you, brought you here and participated in your assault,"

The man smirks and coughs out blood, "Juliet, still looking as good as I remember."

Vincent releases his grip on his head and pinches the bridge of his bloody and probably broken nose and he screams out in pain.

I stand there frozen as all the memories come flooding back, the nightmares, the paranoia, the pain I went through to recover physically and the emotional wounds that I still have to heal from, because of this man.

"Juliet, you have the decision to make, spare him or end him," Vincent says as he pulls out a gun and knife.

Was I prepared to have blood on my hands? Wouldn't be the first time I killed someone, but this time it's different, I'm not at work or on a mission.

He walks over to me and holds out the gun and the knife.

What if this is a test?

I look up at him, "I can't, I can't do this."

I turn around to walk away but Vincent pulls me back, "Mi amore, I know that you're scared, and this is all new to you but hear me when I say this, that man over there deserves it, after everything he's done to you, many of the others are dead and he's the only one left, he's the one that drugged you and brought you here."

"But I don't want to kill him, you do."

"I do, I'd gladly do it, but this has to be done by you, you have to end this because I know that once you've ended this, the nightmares will stop because you will no longer be living in fear of when and if he comes back."

He makes a point.

I talk the gun and the knife from his hand, and I walk towards the man, I go behind his chair and cut him loose.

"You're free to go," I say but he looks at me and then at Vincent.

"If you stay here you die, if you leave, you get to live," I say and the moment I said that he was up and running.

I slowly follow behind him, I cock the gun and get ready to aim, I raise my hand and aim at his head, I wait for the perfect opportunity and then I fire my shot, and he drops to the ground.

I walk over to his body, listening to the sound of my heels echo in the empty warehouse, I get to his body and fire the round into his body, letting every emotion out with each bullet, until there is nothing left.

I wipe my tears and for the first time in a while, I feel free, unburdened, and rid of all my worries.

"Well done mi amore, now let's get out of here." He says from behind me.

I wipe my tears and sniff, "What about the body?"

"I'll take care of it," he takes my hand, and we walk out of the warehouse, once outside under the night-time sky, I break.

I let out a scream and Vincent pulls me into his arms, and I cry, I killed a man, I willingly killed a man and what scares me the most is that I enjoyed it, every single waking moment of it. Seeing his body go limp and I continued to fire shots into his body, this can't be me, it just can't be.

A few moments pass and Vincent is still holding me tightly, "Can we go home?"

"Of course, baby, let's go home," we walk to the car, and he opens the door for me and I get in, he closes the door, and he walks to the front of the car and takes his phone out of his pocket, he puts it to his ear and utters a few words I can't hear and then he gets into the car.

"Is everything okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, we are needed back home urgently."

"We?"

"Yes, we, darling, you are mine, which automatically makes you the donna,"

He must be joking, "Vincent, your donna? That's a big deal,"

"I know, look we'll talk about this later okay, just know that I love you and I want you to be part of my family business. It could use a feminine touch."

"Isn't that what Sarah is for?"

He chuckles, "She's just a nurse and a maid baby."

Good to know.

We make the drive home and once we arrive, the atmosphere is different, everyone and everything is on high alert, and we are greeted by Juan at the door.

"Capo, he's inside waiting, as you requested,"

Vincent nods, "Thank you, Juan,"

He takes my hand, and we walk into the house, we walk down the corridor and into the living room, where an elegantly dressed man is standing with a glass in his hand, he's comfortable like he's in his own home.

"McCredie," Vincent greets.

I've heard that name before.

"Giovanni," the man smirks, "Thank you for inviting me, you have a beautiful home, I hope you don't mind that I've made myself comfortable."

Vincent tightens his fist, "I do mind."

"Well, wouldn't that make you a terrible host?" He says in his British accent.

McCredie, McCredie, think girl, think.

"Thomas?"

He looks up at me and he furrows his brows, but they rise again and a smile forms on his face.

"Well, I'll be damned,"

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