Eternally

45. tolerate

I pulled his jacket around me as I covered my exposed area.

"Why isn't your dress on?" He asks, as his eyes furrowed in confusion, looking at the torn dress pushed in the corner.

"I don't know." I lied.

He sends me a skeptical look, knowing I'm lying just not knowing why.

"Angelo is sleeping by the way. Once we blow this place up, he's dead." I inform.

"That's nowhere close to what I'm worried about right now." He says softly, running thumb across my cheek.

Without even thinking about what I'm doing, I push myself towards him and lean on his chest. I just needed some comfort right now and I found that most in him. He was warm as always. I could feel his heart thumping against my ear.

He tenses for a second but then his arms circle around me and he pulls me closer to him. I think he sees I wasn't in the right place to be able to talk. He runs his fingers lightly through my hair as I try my hardest not to break down.

"You okay amore? Do I need to kill someone?" He whispers in my hair.

"You nearly did." I whisper back.

He tenses and it seems as if something clicked in his head. He looked down to what I was wearing and then to the two men, lying unconscious in the room. His face goes blank again and his grey eyes fill with rage.

Vince pulls out his phone and calls someone. It's barely audible but in less than 10 seconds, 7 men come down and carry the three out. One of them raises 6 fingers at Vincent and he nods.

They were all dressed in black, meaning nobody would suspect something if they walked around in the house. Just like the plan said. Everything went according to plan.

He turns back to me and pulls me to him again, "Did they..?"

I shake my head sniffing, "No."

"5 minutes boss!" Someone shouts from the top of the stairs.

He looks at me and I nod, letting him know I'm ready. He stands up himself and pulls me up along with him. He lets me go up the stairs first as he holds onto my waist to make sure I don't trip or fall.

We make it to the top and I grip onto his arm as we run through the halls, trying to get out the front before we blow up. I let him guide me since I remember nothing about how the hell I got out of here.

The whole place is covered in dead or barely breathing body's. The once white tiled floors were painted with red blood and I tried my hardest not to slip on it.

Thank the gods above that the floors above the one we were currently on were soundproof. I found that out when nobody realized I was escaping the other day even when I accidentally smashed so many vases and shit.

Nobody on the higher floors would hear the gunshots or anything that went down here. That was good because it meant Angelo was still asleep upstairs and had no idea he was about to burn.

I stumble behind Vincent, running as fast as my feet can carry me. My heart trashes against my chest. Vincent's grip on my hand is as tight as a vice, making sure I stay with him and not fall behind.

We're in the lion's den.

As we turn the corner, so close to the front door, a man runs into us. We both freeze, praying he doesn't scream or tell anyone we're here. Not that anyone would notice. His eyes go wide and he reaches in his waistband. It comes back out with a knife.

Vincent pulls me behind him and raises his hands in surrender, "Put it down."

I wonder why he did that but then I see his gun tucked into his waistband. I slowly pull it out and quietly load it, ready to shoot. It had a silencer on already so the gun shots wouldn't nearly deafen me.