"Angelo."
Angelo looks at his brother, "I know you've never liked Kira."
"I don't trust her okay," he says frustratedly.
Angelo chuckles, "You still think she's working for the Russians?"
Vincent nods, "Something about her doesn't add up Angelo and you know that."
"Avete qualsiasi prova che sta lavorando con loro?"
[Translation: Do you have any proof that she's working with them?]
"Non ancora," he replies, "But I'm working on it."
Angelo sighs, he still couldn't believe that his brother didn't trust his lover, he had his reasons but none of them was valid reasons according to him.
"Angelo, I mean well."
Angelo shakes his head, "It's just not right, how would you feel if I told you that I was doing a background check on Chanel? "
"I would say go for it, she's clean. She’s just harmless, not ties to mafia, the police, nothing."
Angelo looks at his brother, "We have a ship c
"Vincent!" "What's wrong?" "La nave è in ritardo." [Translation:The ship is late] Vincent rolls his eyes, "By 30 seconds." Angelo had been a nervous wreck ever since they arrived at the harbour, their ship was supposed to have been there before them, but there was no sign of the ship anywhere. "Still, we can't be too careful." Just then they saw lights in the distance, the ship had arrived, but it would have taken another hour before it was ready to inspect. "Vedi, cosa ti hai detto?" Vincent says, "You worry too much." [Translation: See what I told you?] "I value our business, Vince, and you should too." Vincent rolls his eyes, "Qui andiamo di nuovo." "Don't roll your eyes at me." Vincent takes a cigarette box out of his pocket and takes one out and puts it in between his lips, he puts the box back in his pocket and takes his lighter
7 days 7 whole days That's how long it's been ever since Vincent buried himself inside Chanel, and he was dying to have her, just watching her move around his apartment in nothing but shorts and a T-shirt, it was difficult. Vincent had suggested the idea that Chanel comes to live with him because he needed her, more than he was letting on. After the death of his uncle, he just couldn't fathom the thought of dealing with it on his own. His brother wasn't speaking to him, Gio was away investigating what happened that night, so Chanel was the only person who could be there for him. Chanel would go to work and come back to find Vincent just staring at the walls, with a glass of whiskey in his hand, and it troubled her a lot, but she couldn't convince him to see a professional. "Vince," she calls out. No response. "Vincent!" "Yes, Uhm, what's wrong baby?" She rolls her eyes, "You need to stop doing that, you'll stres
"Gio, any news?" It's been two weeks ever since Uncle Mario died and the investigation has been ongoing. "Niente di nuovo capo, sto ancora indagando, ma credo di averti tracciato il loro nascondiglio," Gio explains [Translation: Nothing yet boss, I'm still investigating, but I think I've tracked down their hiding place.] "Dove si nascondono?" [Translation: Where are they hiding?] Gio pulls out a map and places it down on the table, spreading it out. A small block on the map was circled with a red marker. "Nel settore industriale della città, dove la vecchia macchina di assemblaggio della fabbrica era," Gio points out. [Translation: In the industry sector of town, where the old car assembling factory was.] "Andiamo a uccidere quelle bastard," he says [Translation: Let's go kill those bastards] "Boss no, non possiamo. È troppo risc
Chanel quit her job, moved out of her apartment, and moved in with Vincent, that very week. Vincent thought that it would be best, they even moved houses and Chanel started counselling after he reported the crime to the police and even gave a few suspects. He wanted the rapist off the streets and thrown in jail, better yet he wanted them killed. He knew the Russians had everything to do with it, it couldn't have been anybody else. Chanel was doing well with counselling, if Vincent hadn't suggested it, she would have been in a bad place. Today she was doing her last session for that week, she was nervous but at the same time happy, she could spend the weekend in the arms of Vincent. Only a few minutes left, she thought to herself. "Well Chanel, I'm happy with your progress this week and I'm looking forward to next week," her counsellor says as she writes down in her notebook. Chanel couldn’t escape the fact that she needed this, even though it was unpl
"Aunt Martha," Vincent greets with a smile. "Oh, Vincent my boy, how are you?" Vincent gives her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "I'm good. How are you?" She gives him one more hug, "I'm so happy to see you." Aunty Martha, the most beloved of all the family members, sweet, loving but don't let that fool, if push comes to shove, she'll fight to the death. "Who's this beautiful young lady you've brought with you?" She gushes. Chanel blushes, "Hi, I'm Chanel Wilson." "Is this your girlfriend Vince?" Vincent grins, "Yes she is." Chanel blushes. "È Splendida, ti adatta," Aunty Martha winks. [Translation: She's gorgeous, she suits you] Vincent can't help but smile, Martha welcomes them in and has her butler take their bags up to the guest room. "You're just in time, for lunch," she says as she walks them to the kitchen. "Oh great, I'm starved." "Vince you
"Honey I'm home," Chanel sings as she enters their bedroom and it's empty. She places her shopping bags down and looks around, he wasn't there. "Babe?" Nothing. She takes her shoes off, gets her bedroom slippers, and goes back downstairs to find Aunty Martha. "Aunt Martha?" "In here amore," she calls out from the kitchen, Chanel walks into the kitchen and smiles at Aunty Martha. "Have you seen Vincent?" She cuts the last piece of onion, "Yes he's in the basement with his boys." "Oh, what are they doing?" She asks curiously. "Discussing war tactics of course, ever since that ambush at the Fort, everyone has been on edge. They need to get back their stolen jewels." "Jewels?" Aunty Martha looks at Chanel and then she realises why Chanel was confused, she didn't know what was going. "You don't know what Vincent does do you?" Chanel shakes her head, "I thought he was some
Chanel woke up to Vincent kissing her neck, she moans in pleasure. "Amore," Vincent kisses her shoulder one more time. She giggles, "Babe, what do you need?" "You." She opens her eyes and looks at Vincent, who's looking at her with hungry eyes. She sits up and looks at Vincent. "It has been a while," she says as she gets on her knees and takes off her dress. Vincent bites his lip, watching his girlfriend undress in from of him, his dick twitches and gets on his knees and takes his shirt off. Chanel unclips her bra and lets her boobs fall, bouncing on her chest. Vincent grabs one of her boobs and squeezes it, causing her to moan. "Vado a divorai," he says in a deep voice. Chanel didn't know what he was saying but her body reacted to it by shivering when he slid his hand into her pants and down to her wet core. He was sending her into overdrive. Within a split second, she has turned around and push
"Così è il loro piano e pianificano l'esecuzione del giorno dell'istruzione," Gio says. [Translation: So that's their plan and they plan on executing it the day of the heist] Vincent couldn't believe what he had just heard but he wasn't mad. "Lasciamo che andiamo avanti con esso. Ci aiuterà più ci metterci in vantaggio" Vincent replies, "Dobbiamo solo assicurarsi che siano sicuri e non succede nulla a loro" [Translation: Let's let them go on with it. It will help us plus put us at an advantage. We just must make sure they are safe, and nothing happens to them.] Gio nods "Okay, I'll see you in a few hours." "Tonight, at sundown," Vincent smiles at Gio. They both leave and Vincent returns to the house, it was 05:45, he takes his clothes off and slips back into bed, kissing Chanel on the cheek and pulling her into his arms and he slowly drifted off to sleep. Chanel woke up at around 09:45,