Antonio and Eddie stood waiting inside Nic's office. Ever since he had gotten the call from Jimmy, he hadn't said a word. He walked outside and stood facing out toward the back. It wasn't until Jimmy had called Eddie to explain everything, that they understood Nic's mood. He hadn't moved from that position in over twenty minutes. He could have been a marble statue. One very tense, marble statue.
"Maybe one of us should go check on him," Antonio said to Eddie."Why, are you volunteering yourself," Eddie answered."Um, I'm the newest one to the organization...and I'm pretty sure if I walked over there, he'd toss my ass over the balcony," Antonio said, gazing over at Nic's still form."I saw him do that once.""What?!" Antonio said, jerking his head back to Eddie. He had to be kidding.Eddie sighed, "I'll go."He walked outside onto the balcony and carefully over to Nic. Eddie stood side by side with him and turned to look at Nic's profile."Nic,On the plane with Nic were Antonio, Raymond and his friend, Damon. Damon was a huge guy, ex-Navy SEAL who cashed in big checks with bounty hunting. Nic had employed him several times over the years. He was a trustworthy guy who could kill a man with his bare hands, and proudly bragged about that fact.The four of them stepped off the small plane and into the vehicle that was waiting for them. Antonio glanced over at Nic. He seemed calm, but Antonio couldn't be sure. Nic never really showed much emotion. At least not to him, but Antonio was freaking out. He felt constricted in the bullet proof vest he was wearing. And the handgun he held felt like it weighed a ton."Stop the car," Antonio whispered. They all ignored him. "Stop the car, I'm going to be sick," Antonio yelled, as he opened his car door. Raymond slammed on the brakes. Antonio hopped out and vomited on the ground. He quickly wiped his mouth, and got back into the car."Sorry," he whispered to Nic. But Nic s
Veronica was so tired, she could barely keep her eyes open. The trip from that hotel in the middle of nowhere where she had left her heart behind was a blur. She had slept most of the time while Antonio drove back. She slightly remembered him singing along to some rap song, but then she was out again.She did however wake up right as Antonio was pulling up to some lavish hotel, and she vaguely remembered telling him to keep on driving until they reached something she could afford. A Motel 6 or something like that. But Antonio just laughed, insisting that Nic would kill him if he dropped her off at such a place, plus she didn't have her purse with her. And now that she had physically seen Nic kill a man, maybe Antonio had a point. The valet who took their car gave her a once-over. She was sure she looked ridiculous. She was half out of it, and was wearing a silly t-shirt with no bra. But luckily they had stopped by her apartment, and she had quickly gathered some extra clothes
Antonio walked into the bedroom to check on Veronica for the tenth time that night. Actually it was morning by then. She was still passed out and still snoring. 'God, she is so beautiful,' Antonio thought. Honestly, he never believed that she and Nic belonged together. They just seemed so different. He remembered the first night he met her at the party. She was so fucking sexy in that red dress, and she seemed so nervous. As she was talking to him that night while he was passing out hors d'oeuvres, he couldn't stop staring at her lips. She had the most perfect, plump set of lips he had ever seen.And she had this cute innocence about her, like she didn't know she was getting the attention of every straight man in the room that night. And maybe she really didn't. He could definitely see why Nic was so attracted to her...physically she was a walking wet dream, but her personality didn't really fit her body. She seemed awkward and uncomfortable around people. Like she didn't kno
The next morning, Veronica woke up to the sounds of knocking. She quickly hopped out of bed, threw on a robe and ran to the door. She looked through the peephole at a man in a black suit with a tray. She cautiously opened the door a few inches."Yes?" she asked."Good morning, Mrs. Andretti. Your husband wanted to make sure you ate something as soon as you woke up," the man said, pushing the door open and moving around Veronica to set the tray on the table. He turned around and smiled at her."He's not my—I'm sorry, I don't really have any cash on me. You know, for tips," Veronica admitted.The man continued to smile as he walked to the door. "No worries at all, Mrs. Andretti. Your husband has paid quiet handsomely to ensure that I, and only I, deliver all things to your room. Your room will be cleaned once a day by Janice, and I will accompany her inside and stay until all is done. I will see you again at lunch, and please don't hesitate to call me
She didn't recognize the number, but she recognized the city. "Hello?""Vicky?""Mama?" Veronica asked, not believing who it was. She hadn't heard from her parents in...well, since that day."Oh my God, child, are you alright?" her mother said, worry in her voice."Yes, mama. I'm fine.""Thank God. I didn't know what had happened. A cop stopped by the apartment asking questions about you and that man.""What? What did you tell him?" Veronica asked, sitting down on the couch. She prayed her mother and father didn't say anything that Marsh could use against her."I didn't know what to tell him. I said that after you and your father got into an argument and he, well, he made you leave and you were living with that man for all I know.""Mama, is that exactly what you said? Nothing else?""Yes, I believe that was it. I mean, I didn't know what to say, I hadn't heard from you in months. I just told him that your daddy didn't a
Nic sat staring at the empty wall in his room. He had taken a shower, but had yet to put anything on, other than the towel that was wrapped around his waist. After they had gotten rid of Eddie, he had barely gotten any sleep. He thought figuring out who had caused Veronica harm would have made him feel better...but it didn't. He thought that torturing that son of a bitch would have made him feel good...it hadn't. Because even after all of this, sure she was safe, but she wasn't with him. She had asked that he stay away from her. But there was no way in hell that was even possible for him now.He sat staring at the wall, but looking beyond it, as images of Veronica's face flooded his eyes. Her beautiful smile and long, wild curly hair. He had memorized every contour of her face and body. His favorite expression of hers was right after she came, she would slowly open her eyes to look at him. If he could freeze that look, he'd carry it with him always. That look caused his heart
Veronica looked down at the paper and then back up to Nic. "No, I guess I don't," she whispered, as she tore the piece of paper up."Okay, new question. When's the last time you cried?"Nic chuckled, "This wasn't the brightest idea. Hmm, can I get back to you on that one also?"Veronica rolled her eyes. "Yes." So much for the Q&A.When dinner was finally ready, Nic prepared both of their plates, while Veronica set the table. It was a beautiful candlelight dinner and the food was amazing. Nic really could cook...or at least he could cook Italian food. Marianna would be proud."This was delicious, Nic. Thank you," Veronica said, drinking the last bit of her champagne."Am I forgiven?""I was never mad at you Nic, I was just scared. Nothing like that had ever happened to me, and I didn't know how to react to it. I still don't," Veronica said."Then, what can I do to make it better?" Nic asked."You can start by telling
The next morning, Veronica pried her eyes open when she smelled the sinful aroma of French toast. She freshened up in the bathroom, grabbed her black dress and put it on, then walked into the kitchen."Good morning, beautiful," Nic said, placing her breakfast on the counter, as she entered."Good morning. And do you ever get any sleep?" Veronica asked, as she stood on her tip toes to deliver him a kiss."Sometimes," Nic admitted.Veronica looked at her food. "This whole domestic side of you is still such a surprise. I'm trying to get used to it." She placed a forkful in her mouth, and wanted to moan with how good it was, when she noticed he wasn't eating. "Are you not eating?""No, I don't like French toast.""Then why did you make it?""Because I know you like it. I'm not really big on sugary foods first thing in the morning," he stated, as he opened the morning paper. Veronica watched him as she ate. He looked as though he had a lot on his mind."Are you okay?" she asked."Yes," Nic