Princess of St. Vincent

Chapter 39

Vada stood outside of the door in the very back of a small hall leading off the main one. There had been another door to cross before she got here and now she stood, wringing her hands, wondering what the hell she was doing.

She shouldn't be here. Not at all. This was trouble- she was certain of it. Still- the door was slightly creaked open and she couldn't resist the urge to take a peak.

Then she heard a woman scream and she leaned in getting a better look.

The room was large, filled with boxes and in the back there seemed to be a lit area. As she was, she could not get a good view and so she was about to walk away when another scream made her run involuntarily towards the boxes, hunching over to see what was going on.

"Who the fuck have you been talking to? Answer me." Matteo said, calmly, standing over a slight figure tied to a chair. Vada could hear him clearly but he did not yell. His face, however; was unlike anything she'd ever seen- she had never known anyone to look so cruel.

Her eyes scanned the room and she quickly found Davide, standing behind his father, holding a crow bar in his hands.

"no." She whispered to herself, holding her hands over her mouth to try to keep from speaking aloud. Davide wouldn't... would he?

The woman in the chair, a blonde with a lean figure was covered in blood and had been tied so tightly that she appeared to become part of it. Her eyes were wide open in fear and she was crying.

"I swear, I didn't talk to anyone." She pleaded but Davide chuckled.

"She's lying." He said with a grin making Matteo nod and step forward, slapping her hard across the face.

"How about now?" Matteo said, the woman seemed to spit out blood now. Had she been hit so hard?

"I... didn't... talk..." The woman tried to say but Davide shook his head.

"She's lying." Davide said, holding the crowbar and swinging it like a baseball bat in the air.

"I think so too- Davide, bust the knee if you please." Matteo said, turning casually away to light his cigarette.

Davide smiled and moved forward, winking at the woman before lifting the crow bar above his head- the women's eyes were wide and tense.

"No!" Vada cried, stumbling forward from behind the boxes. Everyone turned to look towards her- silence.

"Davide..." She said, her voice low and weak as she suddenly became aware of what she had done by exposing herself.

"What the FUCK are you doing here?" Davide said, lowering the crowbar to his side and taking a step towards Vada.

"Davide- who the fuck is this?" Matteo asked.

"Some stupid bitch. Answer me." Davide said, not taking his eyes off of Vada.

"Davide... I..." Vada muttered, looking at the crowbar which Davide gripped tightly in his hand- the hand which had touched her so gently over the last week. Was that blood on them? She stared wide eyed- of course. There must be blood on them from long before.

"Get out." Davide said, his voice low and just a sneer. She stammered, staring at his face, not sure what to think or do.

"I said, get the FUCK out of here." He repeated.

Vada quickly turned on her heel and ran, full speed, disappearing behind the door.

For a second Davide just stared in her direction, his grip on the crowbar tightening.