Let's Play a Game (1)

Unpublished Content!

Hey guys!! These are some unpublished parts, or sections of chapters that didn't make it into the final draft. I like them, but they just didn't fit! Thought you guys would enjoy reading them! Also currently writing the second book and it's sooo good so far!

This first one is right after Enzo is killed and Jess is stuck in the apartment!

A week passes and it's probably the most borning week ever. "Vincent, all I've done is lay here. You don't even let me go out for takeout!" I yell as he eats his breakfast.

"Last time I checked my men can get it for you so why would you want to get it yourself?" He bickers.

"And what about work? If I can't get away from you can I at least go to work with you? Don't you need my help with stuff?"

He shakes his head. "I have about five assistants I really didn't need another one but I really don't like the other ones even if they do their job well. In truth I just needed someone tolerable to work with. If you don't have to work why would you?"

I roll my eyes. "That's not the point I want to leave this damn apartment. I'm going to become an old fat lady Vincent! I've eaten too much Moes lately!"

He laughs this time and I just want to punch him. "You know there's a kitchen in this house you could make practically anything. There's also a gym. There's workout equipment in there just in case you didn't know. And when did you stop calling me Mr. Armani!?"

"I stopped calling you that when you lost my respect." I say and cross my arms, not wanting to look at him.

"Ouch, so this cat has claws?"

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This second part is a version where Vincent was let out on bail after being arrested. It would have been in the chapter titled 'slammer'. It's so sweet😊

He looks as shitty as I do; exhausted, dirty, and confused. I give him my best smile as he approaches. He stops in front of me and all I can do is shrug. "Let's go home. There's a car waiting outside."

He doens't say anything, he just follows me out. Half way down the stairs he wraps his arm around me. I stop at the last step and pull him into a tight hug. I feel him bury his head into my neck, his arms around my waist, his hands on my shoulders.

"It'll be ok..." I say it, but I also can't convince myself it will. My voice is shaky and I think I'm crying. "I'm good at arguing, we'll figure it out!"

He pulls away and stares at me, looking for what I don't know. "Mrs. Armani..." he whipes my tears away. "I'm sorry...how the hell did you get me out?"

"Let's just say I don't want to see your attorney again any time soon and we need to start paying off some credit cards."

"You came here straight from the wedding?" He says, motioning to the dress. He takes my hand and pulls me towards the car. The driver gets out and holds the door open.

I can't help but laugh anymore. "If you could call that a wedding..." I get in and Vincent helps me get my dress in. I wait for him to get in to continue. "I'm half surprised no one came after me when I diverted the car here. My uncle wanted to wait at home, insisting nothing could be done."

"Yes, but when is he right?" The driver gets going.

I shrug and lean against the door. I want to stay up to take care of Vincent but I'm so tired. In the first five minutes of the car ride I jump awake multiple times.

I don't notice Vincent watching me until he reaches over and unblucked my seatbelt.

"Vincent Im-"