17. The Truth
I walked from the bedroom trying to contain my rage. Someone had made my little kitten cry. She still had tears on her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. This wasn’t just a few tears, someone had done something to really upset her. Andrew! He was the last person to see her. She had been fine when I left her.
Now she was sleeping. At least I thought she was. I could usually tell when someone was faking it. Even little Rosie. This time though I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Besides I needed to find Andrew. I didn’t think he had hurt her, he was a doctor after all. Maybe he had said something.
I found him in my office, with Christian. He was perched on the edge of my desk. They were discussing something or other.
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. He immediately pushed himself from the desk and stood up straight. He may be my friend, but I still demanded his respect.
“What did you do Andrew? Why has she been crying?” I growled.
Andrew sighed and shook his head.
“I just told her some home truths,” he responded.
I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to stop myself from punching his condescending face.
“Like what?” I hissed.
Andrew folded his arms, ready to face me off. He was really pushing his luck.
“I told her you were the good guy, I told her that her ‘uncle Daniel’ was a pervert and that there was nothing left for her in America. Despite that she still wants to go home,” he snapped.
I unclenched my fists and raked my fingers through my hair.
“And...” Andrew continued, “she still thinks that you were responsible for beating her up, and that you’ll eventually get rid of her.”
I glared at Christian.
“This is your doing, I didn’t tell you to shove her in the trunk of the car did I?” I growled.
Christian held his hands up, “I’m sorry, but if its any consolation I found the culprit.”
“Who?” I hissed.
Christian folded his arms, “Your perverted older brother.”
I narrowed my eyes, “what are you talking about Christian, he’s in America?”
Christian rolled his eyes, and pulled a phone out of his pocket. He tossed it to me.
I caught it and swiped the screen. Christian had already unlocked it. There were loads of pictures of my kitten. Her beautiful face beaten to a pulp. Then I checked the out going messages. The pictures had been sent to a number I recognised. Fucking Daniel!
“Who’s phone is this?” I growled.
“Mario...Mario Sontano. He was with me when we picked her up. She bit him.” Christian replied.
A hint of a smile crossed my face when I thought of my feisty little kitten. I hadn’t really seen this side of her, except perhaps when we had breakfast. She was keeping it well hidden, which made me think that she would try and run again.
The smile dropped from my face at the thought of it. She was mine. Then my thoughts returned to Mario Sontano. Nobody touches what’s mine.
“Where is he?” I growled, glaring at Christian.
“Down below, in the lower cells,” he smirked, “awaiting your pleasure.”
I grunted, and walked over to the computer. I flicked on the screen and looked at the camera feed from the bedroom.
As I thought. She wasn’t sleeping at all. Naughty little kitten.
I looked up at Andrew. He was waiting to be dismissed.
“I need you to make me up a sedative for Rosie. Something I can give her in a drink,” I stated.
Andrew frowned, but he knew better than to question me. At least not the whys and wherefores.
“How long do you need her to be out for?” He asked.
I could see by the look on his face he wasn’t too happy. I didn’t care. This was what I paid him for.
“A couple of hours. I’m taking her on a trip.”
Andrew looked at me and shook his head.
“I’m worried about you Vincent. You seem to have an unhealthy obsession with this family. You’ve got what you want, why not just let her go?”
I rolled my eyes.
“She is what I want, and when I need a head-shrink I’ll let you know, in the meantime do your job,” I growled.
He nodded, “I’ll be back in an hour.”
I watched him leave the room, then I glanced at Christian.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then he changed his mind. Good. I didn’t need him second guessing my motives as well.
I opened the draw of my desk and pulled out my handgun. I made sure not to carry it when I was with my kitten. Not since she had enraged me, and I’d pulled the gun on her at breakfast.
Now though I needed it.
I looked at Christian again.
“Come on, show me where you’ve stashed the piece of filth,” I hissed.
Christian lead the way, down into the basement, then down a level. This is where we kept the real offenders. The whole area was soundproofed. Just in case I had people visiting. They didn’t need to here the screams of the people begging for their lives.
Mario Sontano was lucky. He would only get tortured for an hour. Then I would need to prepare my little kitten for her trip. A change of scenery would hopefully take her mind off things. I could do with a break as well, now that the Daniel situation was taken care of.
He squealed like a baby of course. Daniel had done me a favour for once. Mario Sontano was weak. If he’d fallen into the hands of one of my enemies he would have given away all my secrets at the drop of a hat. Just like he did Daniel’s.
Daniel as usual had wanted me to look like the bad guy. He might have succeeded if he hadn’t chosen such a pathetic enforcer. All I had to do was show my kitten the evidence on the phone, and she would see what an arsehole her ‘Uncle Daniel’ was.
After about forty five minutes I was bored. Sontano had nothing new to tell me, so I shot him in the head.
I took off my shirt, that was spattered in blood so that they could dispose of it along with the body. Then I headed back to my office to deposit my gun before heading to the bedroom.
Andrew was already waiting for me, and handed me a phial of clear liquid.
“It’s tasteless so...” his voice trailed off.
I nodded, and put it in my pocket.
“If I need you at all, I’ll send a chopper,” I concluded.
Andrew nodded and smiled, “have a good trip.”
He headed for the door. As he opened it, he turned to look at me.
“Just remember she’s only a kid, Vincent,” he urged.
I didn’t reply. I just stared at him until he left the room.
As I walked into the bedroom, I stared at the bed. I could tell now she was definitely faking it. I doubted that she had slept at all.
I walked into the closet and grabbed a shirt for myself, and found some clothes for her.
As I walked back into the bedroom, I tossed the clothes on the bed.
“Get dressed,” I hissed.
When she didn’t move, it made me even more angry.
“Don’t make things worse, Gattina. I know you’re not asleep. I don’t take kindly to people who try and deceive me.”
She rolled onto her back and stared at me. I could tell she was on the edge of tears, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
I shook my head and sighed, “I know you think I was responsible.”
I gestured to her face.
“Take a look at this and you’ll know I was telling the truth,” I stated, as I tossed the phone on the bed.
She stared at me, then at the phone.
“Go on,” I demanded, “look at it.”
She picked up the phone, and looked at the pictures. The she saw who they had been sent to.
She dropped the phone, and her hand covered her mouth to stifle a sob.
Tears trickled down her face. I didn’t want to make her cry, but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
“I...Its true, isn’t it? What Andrew told me about Uncle...” she hesitated, “about Daniel?”
Her voice cracked as she spoke his name.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and cupped her cheek in my hand.
“Yes Gattina. Everything he told you is true. Your father suspected as much, which is why he stopped him from coming to your house five years ago,” I soothed.
“B...But...He...He said...If I’d gone...” She stuttered.
I knew what she was trying to say, but she couldn’t even string a sentence together.
I wrapped my arms around her. She stiffened at first.
“But he didn’t, Gattina. I found you first. You’re safe now.” I soothed.
She let out a sob.
I gently wrapped her hair around my fingers, and press her head into my chest. I slid the fingers of my other hand up the inside of my shirt that she was wearing. Gently caressing her back with my fingertips.
I felt her relax into me as her sobs slowly subsided.
“Adesso mi appartieni, gattina,” I whispered gently, before placing a kiss on her neck. [You belong to me now, kitten]