"I beg of you. Please. Please. I stole the money for..."
A deafening slap filled the room, and the man rolled to the floor, rolling a little clumsily in a pool of his own vomited blood. Without waiting, he pulled himself to a kneeling position again, then clasped his hands together in a desperate attempt to beg for forgiveness.Slowly, the taller man in a pristine white suit slowly squatted, one leg pushed forward, so his hand rested on it, the other hand resting on his other knee.Slowly, he moved his hand to raise the bleeding man's chin to face him. His eyes came into view under the dim light.One was a very light blue, the other pitch black. His lips were stretched in a wicked smile, and his blue eye thinned."Vector, I beg of you. I beg of you, please. I beg of you. Please. Have mercy. I have a daughter and...""Is she worth twenty million dollars?""Vector...""If I cut your daughter up and sell her organs...will she fetch me twenty million dollars in cash?""I will pay you back. I swear, I will.."He trailed off as Vector stood, then collected the pistol from one of his henchmen."I will make sure to tell her you didn't think she was worth twenty million dollars.""Vector, please. Please, please, Vector!"I woke with a start, my eyes wide, my chest heaving. Beads of perspiration filled my forehead, and my palms felt wet. It was the same dream. The dream that had slowly become engraved in my mind. I never got to stay to watch the rest, as I had immediately been dragged away, the howls penetrating everything in me.That man had been my father, and to date, I do not know if Vector had pulled that trigger or if he had left him with the pieces he had made of one leg. The bastard had been stained with my father's blood from head to toe.I closed my eyes tight, my hand coming up to my chest. My heart was beating fast, and I pushed the sheets away from me, then stepped down from the bed. I walked to the bathroom, then leaned over the faucet.The water had stopped, and I cussed under my breath, anger filling me up even more. I had been haunted by those dreams for one year, each time the screams getting louder and closer, threatening to take me whole. I swallowed hard, then slowly raised my eyes to the mirror in front of me.It was broken and reflected a shattered version of me, but that is truly the girl inside. I am not the Red I used to me when my father had been around.Red. I remembered when he had told me how he came about the name. I was the fifth child, and all four before me had died at birth. He had told me that I was born with fiery red hair just like my mother's had been, and he had cherished me the same way he had desperately hoped she had lived long enough for him to do to her.But she had died giving birth to me. She had been aware of the consequences, he had told me. She had been far too advanced in terms of age, and after so many failed births, doctors did not think it was the right thing to do.But she had wanted my father's name to continue. Little did she know that she was absolutely right. Because now... now it is my turn.I closed my eyes tight, silently cursing the day I met the man, Vector.I knew Father was a Don. Hell, everyone knew. And even for a Don who was less involved with the Mafia and more...involved with his businesses, he was above the law. It made me aware of just how much power these people held and how much they did not hesitate to use it.I remember that night clearly. It was still one of my darkest memories, maybe because of the treacherous feelings that bubbled somewhere in me, or the fact that none of the bastards in that party had bothered helping my father."Don Lucian."I closed my eyes to the memory of the first person we had seen at the party. He was middle aged, and spurted lots of tattoos, like he was brandishing a war weapon."Is this your daughter?" He asked, his eyes darting between mine and my father."Yes, she is. She is Red. Red, this is Don Al."I gave a small smile and stretched my hand, to which he accepted. "Nice to meet you.""The pleasure is mine," he answered curtly before turning back to my dad. "Vector had been waiting. The toast was due a few minutes ago, and you know how he does not like to wait.""I am sorry," Dad said. "Women and their makeup."They burst into laughter, and Father pulled me in, his steps light."Who is this...Vector?" I had barely managed to get the words out when the lights suddenly dimmed.I gave a small yelp, then turned, my untrained feet stomping, my hair falling in front of my face."Father?" I called, then took one more step forward.I crashed into a hard chest, and I immediately reeled back, my eyes wide with the surprise and an urge to see anything. Suddenly, I felt a hand snake up my waist and pull me to a stable position.I swallowed, and looked around, trying to make sense of the darkness. Slowly, the lights came on, but it was a beautiful golden light, one that seemed to be inspired from the sun set.I turned to the stranger who was still partially leaning over me. I could smell his cologne and the expensive scent that came with having unholy amounts of cash."Who...who are you?"I couldn't completely make out his face. I felt his hand leave my waist, just as the lights came back on. I took an unconscious step forward, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light."Are you not the most delicate little thing?"I looked up. His voice had been an unholy deep tone, and he had a dark undertone, like everything he said had an underlying meaning coated in violence and blood.He towered above me, and was decked in the cleanest white suit I had ever seen. It was double breasted, with gold buttons. My lips followed as I let my eyes glide to his face. He was...hell, dark.I should have known then.There was nothing pretty about him. He was all hard male, his body a stoic build that was protected by the clothes. I felt my breath hitch, my eyes widening even more.He spurted a very clean beard that was kept low, and somehow showed the straight, sharp jawline. His lips curled in a smile I knew there and then was wicked and vile, even though I believe he was supposed to be amused by my clumsiness.Mid set cheek bones, and Roman straight nose put him together. I slowly met his eyes. He was looking down on me, like I was some prey, and hell back then, the way he had looked at me...it had been so attractive.His eyes were heterochromic, with the right one being an icy blue, while the left was a pitch, impenetrable black."Vector!"I turned swiftly, and Father covered the distance. I turned back to him as he offered Father a curt nod.My eyes met his again, and he had turned back to me too, his eyes thinned so he at least looked curious."Your daughter?" He asked Father, then took a step forward to me. His deep Spanish accent made its way up now, and it made him even more...fictional. Impossible.I probably will never be able to understand how powerful his gaze left me."I...I am Red," I said, taking the initiative. I stepped forward, then gave him my gloved hand. The gloves reached my elbows, and were made of a lilac cotton that complimented the red dress.He looked at my hand, then gave a small smile. Gently, he put his hand below mine, his thumb wrapping around and moving lightly over the fabric.Without a word, he used his free hand to pull out a foldable knife."Vector," I heard Father say, but I had been too naive, lost.He slowly let the knife come to the edge of my glove, and with one swift motion, he cut it in two, causing the glove to fall away and expose the skin of my hand.He then leaned, his hand holding mine all through, and placed a small kiss in my hand. Sometimes, I still feel the tingles of that kiss. But now it wasn't a fun memory of sizzling attraction on the very first time."I am Vector.""Vector," I whispered, my hands sparking up in warm bursts of flames. Now I touch my hand, and I can feel the warmth of my father's blood. Now I turn back at that moment and..."Yes. Vector."I had felt my heart skip a beat right there and then, my chest heaving. I swallowed hard, then quickly nodded, my lips parting."R... Red. My name is red."He raised a brow as a side of his lips curled up in a smile. His eyes left mine to drift down. He did not mind the fact that I was watching, nor did he make it subtle nor fast. So for a few seconds, I stood there, my torn glove on the floor, my hand in his as he slowly took in all of me.I have never been insecure. I didn't think I was the prettiest out there, but I was definitely not blind to the fact that I did have my own perks. I wasn't ugly, but I have never felt as substandard as I did as he watched me. I wondered if my dress was right. If he liked my hair, the dress, or even the feel of my hand in his."Red," he suddenly said, then pull
I shook my head to push out the memories, then slowly turned away. I had a long day ahead of me, and even though building anger from that event and everything else would help me push through, I was much better off without the reminders of my own stupidity. I walked slowly back to the bedroom, then opened the windows. It was already dawn, and I sighed. I went around to the duffel bag I had put together just a night before. It contained the only clothes I had, and I grabbed it, then pulled a pair of pants and a loose shirt out. I couldn't afford to be late to catch the car.The small card Jonas had unwillingly given me was sitting on top of the duffel. I carried it, my chest Puebla, Mexico.Of course. He was living beautifully after killing my father. I closed my eyes, then pushed the card back in and closed it. I immediately changed my clothes, then after one last look at the dumpster I had lived in ever since I had to leave home, I turned away, facing the revenge I knew I had to tak
Jonas and I sat in silence for a while, and I calmly ate, my eyes fixed on the food. I didn't want to see or do anything else. All I wanted was for Vector to come in front of me and beg on his knees for me to save him. The exact same way I had needed for him to save my father. The same way my father had pleaded on his knees.I lost appetite, closed the food flask, and then dropped it next to my feet in the car. Jonas gave a sigh."We are waiting for a friend. He is the one who will take you into the villa. I will not be able to go there."I nodded. "I know.""I prepared everything else, Red. The hair, the mole. The tattoo. I don't think he will remember you, especially since it has been one year and he has women between his sheets every other..."I closed my eyes, hating the reminder that I had indeed been this close to being one of those women. It made me resent myself a little more.I nodded simply, then leaned back, just as a knock came on the rolled up glass. I turned to see who i
I alighted from the car, then grabbed the duffel bag I had brought with me. I adjusted my wig, then slowly walked behind Ivan. I stood back as he talked to someone through a small screen. He stepped back, and a small door opened. A man stood inside, a gun strapped to his waist and in clear sight, a scar running across his left eye."Go straight. The others are in there."Ivan nodded, then urged me to follow him. I did, and we went straight towards a large open yard. Women, at least thirty of them, all dressed exactly like me, were standing in a long line. Three men, each, the same stereotypical thugs, with tattoos and guns, were guarding them, while one who seemed to have a higher rank and was wearing a suit was sitting in front of them, a tablet on his thigh."Go join them," Ivan said, his voice low. I scurried to the last person on the line and assumed position, dropping my bag on the floor beside me.The action immediately brought the man's attention to me, and I swallowed, lowering
The dining table was silent except for the soft clattering of the cutlery as we fixed them in place. It took two hours, and just a few minutes before six, the cooking crew were done, and they started to bring out the casseroles. We fixed them in the middle and then moved away, waiting as the clock chimed six.I held my breath as a few guards came around, with Alvin, the man from before, heading them. I watched as he used a spoon to taste everything before he waved away a few of the dishes. The dishes were immediately moved, and we rearranged the dining table again.We stepped away this time as the door opened. Vector was on the phone, wearing a casual sweatshirt and pants, all white in colour. I swallowed hard and looked away, my jaws tightening, my chest lightly heaving.He reached the head of the table, then drew out the seat for himself. I struggled to keep myself I place, my lips sucked in as he leisurely dropped the phone, then assumed the seat."Sir, we have a few things to..."
My lips parted, beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. I swallowed, turning to him, my eyes wide."I don't know what you are talking about."He broke into a small laugh and suddenly pulled a gun, then grabbed the girl directly behind me. She gave a shrill yell, letting go of the plate in her hand. It shattered with a loud noise, the remaining food scattering around on the floor."Should I start with her?""Stop," I said, my hands reaching for the girl. "He was your brother.""Sure enough. But you got him killed. Because of you, I had to take his corpse and dispose of it like he was trash."I swallowed, my teeth gritting. "That's not my fault, and certainly not hers. He must have done something to Vector, and I am not who you think I am."He broke into another laugh before suddenly knocking off the girl. I started to run after her, her small yelp piercing through me. Before I could get to her, however, he grabbed me by the wig, his grip so strong I could feel the wig shift.I in
I blinked rapidly, my hands slowly going out of my pocket. I was all alone with Vector, and I could feel a massive vortex of emotions. Hate, resentment, confusion, passion. I hated myself for the last one.I swallowed hard. "I was..."He gave a small laugh. "It is a good time. I am normally not awake."I saw how he was looking at me. Like I wasn't, and never could be a threat. Like all I would ever be is a little girl in a dress."Why are you awake now?"He shrugged, then leaned away from the balcony. I watched him walk the little distance to the stairs, then carefully descend from it. He held a youthful elegance in his steps, and I found myself almost enthralled as I watched him.If only I didn't hate him this much."I wanted a drink. And maybe a partner."He never came up to me, and he made his way to the large standard bar. I knew better than to go anywhere, and I slowly followed him. He had his back completely to me, and I wondered how it would feel to stab him in the back, litera
I spent the rest of the night just staring off into nothing, my eyes thin as the night went through different stages of ageing, and slowly, the fingers of the sun stretched across the sky.I took a slow bath and fixed a plate for myself before the wr had to go down to make breakfast. I swallowed. It meant seeing Vector again. At this point, I could barely keep myself away from putting a fork in his eye.I had just walked out of the room when Ckara opened her door, too, then ran over to me."Clara! How was your night?"I smiled at her, my hands smothening my dress. "It was okay. Yours?"She shrugged. "Better than I have had in years. You look good this morning."I smiled at her again. "You do too."She beamed, and we fell into a synchronized pace as we walked down. The kitchen staff were already in the kitchen, and we joined them. Alvin came around with three other men.For some reason, they were always so fully armed. That was a lot of protection for someone who said he never felt thr