Vincenzo

Gianni's body drops to the floor as the fresh whole in his head is smoking.

"That looks like a major headache." Francesca comments, I can tell she is in pain due to her strained voice.

I look down at the little magnet for trouble. Her red hair was messy in a few places. Her grey tank top was ripped and she was holding her thigh.

"Oh amore, what am I going do with you?" I smirk as I here the girl gulp.

"Why the fuck did you leave without letting anyone know? You could of got killed, Francesca." I growl out.

She leans back, stretching out her arms with a little wince.

"I got bored, Vinny."

Sighing, I pick her up and carry her to the car bridal style. Her leg was bleeding rapidly.

Her small turn-up nose and lip was bleeding as well. I sit her in the from seat, dabbing a tissue on her face.

"Thanks." She mumbles making me grunt in response.

I speed down the empty roads and get to the estate in a short time.

I grab Francesca, gently, being very careful not to hurt her wound.

"Wow, you really do care...." She smirks up at me.

I simply roll my eyes in response. This girl has no mute button.

I set her in the counter in my bathroom, studying her.

Sure she was cracking bad jokes, but it looked to be a facade.

Her usual bright blue eyes held mischievous tendencies and joy, but right now it looked liked something was bothering her.

I'll be the first to admit I am not a man of many words.

I never seen the point in filling silence with voice.

And I never cared about asking if anyone's okay, yet here I was asking Francesca what's bothering her.

"What's wrong with you?" I grumble out as I take a cloth to dab at her face wounds.

Francesca

I tilt my head to the side, shrugging my shoulders.

Vincenzo sighs as he wipes blood off my face.

His touch was surprisingly gentle. His inked hands went to work with applying gel on the cuts.

I hold my breath, praying that Vinny doesn't notice me blush.

"You sure?" He speaks once again, I can tell it's forced. He definitely does not care.

"Yup."

Truth be told, the faces of my deceased parents kept running through my head.

My mum was absolutely stunning. She had my wavy red locks and sapphire blue eyes. Her high cheek bones and pointy chin gave her character.

My dad was a tall man who always wore cheap suits. He was the complete opposite of my reflection. Brown hair, brown eyes, round face shape and tan skin.

Every time their smiling faces soared through my head, I also saw their lifeless bodies, oozing out blood.

I was thirteen when I witnessed them getting shot. I tried so hard to forget, but I can't.

I don't believe I ever will.

Sure Gianni was dead, the man who order my parents death. However, I am not satisfied.

Somebody else needs to pay.

Somebody else needs to experience the pain I went through.

What it felt like to be an unwanted orphan.

To runaway and live alone in the streets for two months.

Until a mob finds you and takes you in at the age of seventeen.

And they teach you how to be a killer and throw away your feelings and compassion.

Finally, the man that trained you turns out to be a backstabbing jackass.

A fucking jackass that order people to murder the two people you loved.

I want revenge.

I have not cried since I was seventeen and don't plan on crying now, even if it's tough not to.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when a pain goes through my thigh.

I wince drawing Vincenzo's attention.

"I'm pretty sure that is going to need stitches." He states, lifting my leg up to get a better look. My jeans had a whole from were the knife impaled me.

"Take your pants off."

I let out a snort, "What?"

"I need to treat your wound. Take your damn jeans off." Vincenzo repeats, unblinkingly.

I gulp as my cheeks heat up.

Damn pale skin.

I slowly stand up, carefully. I unbutton my jeans as Vinny digs through a drawer.

I slide the pants down, only to let out a small whimper when the fabric brushes the opened wound.

I bite my lip to keep me from crying out.

No tears, Francesca.

Tears are for the weak.

I repeat the words in my head as I successfully toss my jeans aside.

I'm now exposing my pink underwear with a unicorn on it.

Oh god I picked the wrong underwear to wear today.

I sit back on the counter, hissing at the cold countertop makes contact with my cheeks.

.....Yes I mean my ass cheeks.

My vision gets a little blurry as Vincenzo steps in front of me.

I see his grey eyes darken as he stares at my legs.

Before I can respond he smirks, letting out a little chuckle, "Nice panties, principessa."

"Shut up, Vinny." I mumble, my whole body heating up in embarrassment. "I hate you."

He shoves a bottle of whiskey into my hands. "You need to drink this for the pain. I don't have a doctor to give you anesthesia."

"Oh man, this is going to hurt like a bitch, isn't it?" I whine, staring at the needle he has.

"Not if you drink enough."

I put the bottle to my lips, chugging down the strong liquid. I stop to let of a round of coughs. "I dislike whiskey."

He ignores me, wiping down my leg making it tingle.

I ignore the sparks every time his hand accidentally touches my inner thigh as he applies medicine on the wound.

I take one more drink before all I can focus on is Vincenzo's handsome face.

He gets to work with the needle, but I don't feel a thing. I let out a giggle as his eyebrow scrunches up in concentration.

He meets my eyes before chuckling. "Are you drunk, amore?"

"Uh huh." I grin as I start to stand up but he gently pushes me back down.

"I need to put a bandage on your leg, amore, stay still."

"Yes, Dr. Valentino." I reply, biting my lip, to stop my giggling.

"Who would have know Francesca Walsh was a light weight?" He mumbles a little too loudly, but I'm too drunk to retort, so instead I giggle.

Once he's done, I try to stand up, but unfortunately I trip.

Luckily, strong arm catch me before I can hit the floor.

I'm picked up, bridal style as Vinny carries me out the bathroom.

Before I know it, I fall into a deep sleep in his arms.

That's all folks!
So I'm done with finals and am passing every class! Happy Holiday break y'all!