Murdered, he was murdered. Chanel felt her knees get weak, she bucked, Vincent held her in her arms, and she collapsed in her arms. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. Another murder, in less than 24 hours and her gut told her that Vincent has something to do with it. "Sir is she okay?" the police officer asks worriedly. Vincent nods and walks Chanel to a nearby chair. "Amore breath okay," Vincent coos, "Relax." "Relax! Mr Martin is dead, and I was the last person that saw him last night and I was supposed to have a date with him but now he's dead," she says hysterically. Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. A tall Hispanic woman walked towards them, she was wearing black slacks, a matching blazer, and a white shirt. "You were the last person that saw him last night?" Chanel nods, "Yes." "Vincent, good to see you again," she greets curtly. "Likewise," Vincent replies "I

"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

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

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

"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