Vincent pulled up and parked in front of Rebecca's apartment. He sighed thinking about the fact that she hadn't woken up the entire drive and he was more than likely, going to have to carry her the whole way to her apartment. He opened his door and ran around to the other side. Opening the door, he barely caught her head before it hit the sidewalk. He took a deep breath as he lifted her head up before picking her up bridal style. Kicking the door closed and cringing at the thought of seeing a dent in it when he came back down, he made his way towards the door of the building. He nodded his head to the doorman who opened and held the door for him with a confused smile. Probably the state she was in but the man didn't question him.
Vincent had to push the elevator button with his elbow as he adjusted Rebecca in his arms. She wasn't really that heavy looking but she was dead weight from drinking too much and Vincent would bet everything he owned that to Enzo who he was a thousand percent sure, had slipped something into her drink.
Stepping off the elevator on what he really hoped was her floor, he looked down at her and a thought that scared him ran through his head. "She's really beautiful when she sleeps." Stopping mid-step he shook his head as if that would erase the fact that he even thought it. "What is wrong with you Vince?" He asked himself out loud before continuing to her door.
He adjusted her in his arms again while he tried to unlock her apartment door. Walking in he looked around for the door to her bedroom, realizing that there was only a set of stairs that must lead to a loft where her bed was. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the couch and thought for a second that he could just leave her there, before shaking his head and climbing the stairs.
He laid her in her bed, shaking out his arms from carrying her for so long he wondered if he should change her clothes before thinking better of it. It had never taken advantage of a woman in this state and would never put himself in a position to be accused of doing so. He removed her heels though before pulling the blankets over her and tucking her in. He stood over her looking at her sleeping face for a second. He felt a smile spreading on his face, so he forced himself to quickly look away.
Running his hands through his hair and on his pants, he looked around. Walking to the two doors on the wall he looked in one to determine which was the bathroom and walked in. He walked to the medicine cabinet, opening it, he looked for some aspirin. Finding it, he poured three into his hand and put the bottle back. He walked back to the bedroom and laid them on her bedside table and looked around again. In his bedroom, he had a mini fridge that held water bottles. It came in handy since he had a tendency to either work up a thirst or wake up with a nasty hangover, sometimes both. Sighing, he determined that she didn't have one in her room and hoped that it was because she didn't participate in the same late-night activities that he did. "Get a hold of yourself," he growled out loud looking at her when he realized it was louder than intended. She didn't even stir. "Fucking, Enzo."
He turned to the stairs and walked to the kitchen that he remembered passing when he entered the apartment and looked in the fridge finding her a bottle of water. As he turned to head back upstairs, he noticed a notepad sitting on the counter. He scribbled her a note before heading back upstairs. He laid the note underneath the aspirin and the water bottle beside that. He then noticed her purse on the floor beside the bed and grabbed it. He had been raised by his mother to never go through a woman's purse, but in this day and age, women seemed to always be lost without their cell phones. Pulling hers out, he looked to the bedside table again for a charger. Finding it, he plugged it in and set it beside the other things he had left for her when she woke.
Feeling accomplished in doing the right thing, he switched off the lamp on the bedside table before he turned to leave. He had only reached the second step down when he heard her whimper in her sleep. He turned around and walked back to look at her and realized she may not like the dark. Walking over to the bathroom again, he switched the light on and closed the door to a crack. He couldn't sleep unless it was completely dark, but that didn't mean that she was like that. After all, she was a woman living on her own in a city full of men that weren't always very nice, like himself.
He walked back to the stairs and quickly descended them. When he reached the bottom, he took a quick look around her apartment. It didn't seem like anything was out of place, besides the fact that it wasn't very personal. "Maybe she just moved in," he thought. The only things that gave any insight into her life, were two pictures on the end table beside her couch. One, was her and two sets of older couples. She was in a cap and gown, she looked slightly younger, it must have been her high school graduation. One couple was obviously her parents. Vince could tell which ones, she looked nothing like the blonde couple even though they looked proud enough that you would think they were. He picked up the other photo seeing her with a blonde. She looked like the one she had been at the bar with. Both were smiling wide at the camera. They looked excited about something. Looking at the blonde couple in the other picture, he noticed the other girl looked like them. They were obviously very close, probably best friends.
He sighed and put the picture back down. Knowing anything about her didn't really matter, he turned and walked to the front door, turning off lights as he went, before turning the lock on the handle and shutting it behind him. He took a breath and walked to the elevator, pushing the arrow to go down.
A half hour later, Vincent was walking into his place and heading straight for the fridge. He grabbed a beer and popped the top off as he walked to his couch. Taking a seat and a pull of his beer he turned the television on. He began to think about Rebecca and zoned out and didn't even hear what was being said by the news reporter. He also didn't hear his front door open.
"Vince, Vince," Domenico shouted from the opposite side of the living room. He raised a brow. Vincent looked like he was in deep thought and that was a rare and never a good thing. Domenico walked over to stand in front of his cousin and snapped his fingers in his face, causing him to shake his head before looking up at him.
"Hey man," Vincent said, clearing his throat. "Everything go okay at the club after I left?" He got up to grab another beer while he tried to remember drinking the current empty one in his hand.
Domenico nodded his head, "Yep, we took care of Enzo and his boys. Told them, they weren't allowed back at the club," he said, taking the beer from Vincent's hand before he could even take the top off. Vincent rolled his eyes before grabbing another. "So, what the hell happened exactly?" Domenico asked.
Vincent took a long drink before looking at Domenico and shrugging, "I have no idea," he said in a tone that conveyed just how confused he was. "I don't really know why, Dom, but I felt this crazy need to protect her. Enzo put something in her drink, I am sure of it," he gestured with his hands to show how intense the feeling was.
Domenico raised a questioning brow and took a drink, "I wouldn't doubt it. Enzo likes his low blows. And some girl saying she got roofied at your club would be a blow when word got out." Vince nodded in agreement. "But man, that bella kissed me and I didn't feel anything when I saw her with Enzo. Well besides that I don't know what women see in him. Other than that, nothing. Are you feeling okay? Maybe you're coming down with something," Domenico raised his hand towards Vincent's forehead to feel for a fever, but he batted it away. Vincent felt a weird feeling in his chest with the mention of her kissing him, but he didn't know what it was for sure so, choosing to ignore it made things less uncomfortable.
He walked back to the couch and sat down, "doesn't matter anyway. None of us will ever see her again," he drank the last of his beer and sat it on his coffee table.
"Ahh. Slept with her, did you?" Domenico said with a smirk and a shake of his head. It was not a surprise to him. That is what Vincent did. Love 'em and leave 'em, nothing more nothing less. He wasn't interested in settling down no matter how much it would make his mother happy and that was why Vincent never slept with them more than once, with the exception of Milena. He wouldn't have anything more with her since she was Russian and that was frowned upon by his mother and most of the rest of the family.
"I took her home. Like I said, I am positive Enzo put something in her drink," Vincent answered in an offended tone.
Domenico raised his hands in surrender, "okay, Man. Sorry. Not like you to leave a girl untouched is all I'm saying. You sure you don't plan on seeing her at a soberer time?"
Vincent shook his head. He wanted to snap his cousin's neck but held himself back by digging his fingers into his palms, "no," he stated firmly, "and she is off limits to you too," he added pointing at him with a glare so he would get that he meant it. In case he didn't understand, Vincent glared harder and added, "I mean it, Domenico. Hands. Off."
Domenico nodded, "I like my girls darker anyway," he shrugged and tried his best to silence his chuckle. It was true that he preferred them much darker than the cute girl at the club that had kissed him out of nowhere, but his cousin never forbade him from a woman. Something was up. He decided that it was time to go so, he stood up. Vincent didn't get moody like this often but when he did, no one was safe not even his blood. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't think too much about the girl. She was cute but, nothing to get too worked up about," he turned to head to the door, pausing when he thought he heard Vincent growl. Shaking it off, he left his cousin to his thoughts.
When Rebecca woke up the next morning, she had a horrible headache. Sitting up, she felt herself spinning and laid back down immediately. "How did I get home?" she said out loud to herself. Sighing, she forced herself to sit up again. As she threw her feet over the side of the bed, she noticed there was a bottle of water. "Thank God for Joni," she thought as she reached for it. As she did, she noticed a few pills sitting beside the bottle. Throwing them in her mouth, she chugged the water until it was gone.Taking a deep breath, she realized that she felt like she might vomit. She got up and sprinted towards the bathroom. Landing in front of the toilet, she took several deep breaths before realizing it was a false alarm. Standing back up, she walked to the sink. Splashing cool water on her face, always helped with her hangovers. She was never a big drinker, but she had a few nights with Joni that left her head pounding and her stomach wanting something greasy.When she was finally fee
Vincent pushed the call button before throwing his suit jacket on. He adjusted his collar as he listened to the ringing. “Vince, what's up?” He heard Dominico answer the phone.“Meeting at my parents place in thirty. Call Gio and let him know,” he answered as he looked himself over in the mirror. He nodded and buttoned the last button on his grey jacket. He hadn’t put a tie on and he had left the top two buttons on his white dress shirt. Ties were for formal affairs and a meeting with his father and brothers was not formal. He knew he would probably hear about it from his father but he didn’t care. It was definitely time to show his father he was his own man. How else was he going to believe he was ready to take over?“See you then,” Dominico responded before hanging up. Vincent walked out of his bedroom and headed towards his front door. He grabbed his keys and walked out. Getting on the elevator he took his phone out and sent a quick text to his father to inform him that he was on h
Rebecca sat with Joni and Tobin, on the patio of their favorite restaurant. They were talking about Joni’s wedding in two months. “When is the next dress fitting again?” Rebecca asked Joni stealing a fry off her plate. “Next Thursday, three pm. Don’t forget!” Joni said pointing at Rebecca with a stern face that caused Rebecca to laugh. “T, do you have your tux yet?” Rebecca asked turning to look across the table to find that Tobin wasn’t even listening to her. He was too busy looking at a waitress that was bent over just right for him to enjoy. Rolling her eyes, she reaches across the table and slapped him on the back of the head. “Ouch,” he shouted turning around as he rubbed his head. “What the hell was that for?” He glared at both girls who were laughing at him. “I asked you a question. You are out with us,” Bec pointed from herself to Joni and back. “You should be paying attention,” finished and crossed her arm over her chest. Tobin sighed and rolled his eyes, “I am so very so
Vince stormed into the kitchen where he found his mother, Nadia, Domenico, and his little sister, Roxana. They were laughing and it smelt like his mother had baked his favorite peanut butter cookies. “Vinny!” Roxana threw her arms open and rushed to her big brother. Vincent rolled his eyes as he hugged her. “Roxy, don’t call me that. You know I hate it,” he smiled down at her before walking over to his mother and wrapping her is a big hug. “Care to tell me why you came in here like you avere un diavolo per capello?” Nadia asked her son. Vincent huffed and turned to his mother with a frown, “your marito happened!” He shouted. He grabbed a cookie from the plate on the counter and took a bite. “Your Dito nel culo of a husband, is trying to tell me that I have to settle down before he turns the family over to me!” He threw his hands in the air and started to pace. “My little Vinny,” Nadia cooed as she stopped him and cupped his face in her hands. “You know your father loves you. He’s j
Rebecca spun around in front of the mirror for the fifth time. She didn’t like anything that she had tried on and she had to leave in ten minutes if she didn't want to be late. The red floral dress with ruffles on the sleeves and bottom of the skirt was going to have to work. The neckline was a V- cut that showed just enough cleavage to be cute but didn’t show too much that Vincent would think that she was trying to look cute just for him. She tied the strings that were on the corset like belt and went in search for the black strappy sandal heels that she had stolen from Joni, they were perfect. Finding them under her bed, she slipped them on and buckled the strap around each ankle and headed for the door.The cab stopped in front of the coffee shop and Rebecca took a deep breath. Why was she nervous? “I don’t know lady, but its $12.75,” said the cab driver. Rebecca realized that she said that out loud and blushed.“Sorry,” she said handing him the money and getting out of the cab. Sh
The morning of the gala Rebecca woke up to someone knocking on her door. “Ugh...” she rolled over. The knocking wouldn’t stop so she finally threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She walked down the stairs and swung the door open. Standing there was a delivery man with a big box.“Delivery for a Miss Rebecca,” the man read her name off the paper on his clipboard.“That’s me?” it came out as a question instead of a statement.The man handed her the clipboard for her to sigh and then the box after she handed it back to him. “Have a great day,” he said before walking away.Rebecca closed the door and walked to her kitchen. Placing the box on the counter, she picked up the note to read it. Before she got a chance, her door swung open. “Becs!” she heard Joni shout.“I’m right here,” Rebecca answered.Joni turned around quickly and her eyes caught sight of the big long box on the counter, “O.M.G. Who sent you flowers?” She shouted before clapping her hands.Rebecca lifted an
Vincent felt himself stop breathing the moment Rebecca opened the door. She looked amazing. She looked more than amazing he just didn’t know what the word for it was. Starting at her head, his eyes slowly trailed down her body. The light pink dress that was form fitting to just before her knees, fanned out in large pleats at the bottom. If he remembered correctly his mother and sisters had called it a mermaid dress. He could understand why. Her dress was definitely making her look mythical. The sleeves were lace in the form of flowers from her forearms up to her shoulders where it looked like it may wrap around to her back. He sucked in a breath. It was going to be hard to keep his hands to himself tonight. He adjusted his jacket and looked up at her only to see that she was staring at him and looked to be in deep thought.Rebecca couldn’t believe how he had managed to actually look better than he did the day before when they had met up at the coffee shop. He was standing in front of
Vincent couldn’t believe that Enzo had disappeared. He didn’t know what to do know. He thought about his choices as he pulled Rebecca along to the car that was waiting for them. He helped her get into the car sliding in after her he took a deep breath. Taking his phone out he saw a text from his father but he ignored it. He needed to think and his father would somehow just add more stress. He was sure of it.“Vincent, is something wrong?” he heard Rebecca ask from beside him. He turned to look at her and could tell by the look on her face that she was genuinely concerned. He sent her a small nod before he grabbed her face with both hands and pulled her closer to him.Rebecca looked into his eyes and saw a flash of emotion, but it was gone before she could fully understand what the emotion was exactly. She watched as he looked at her lips than back at her eyes. The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers and she was moaning into his mouth.“What am I doing?” Vincent asked himself as