Maybetheawesome - They're very lucky boys indeed!
Cornadopia - Haha, I TOLD you Gabriel would be at their mercy. Also...I like Queen Mads. I sound like Queen Mab's sister!
A little bit from Shylock's point of view for this chapter. Quite a short one in comparison to others. Enjoy!
Shylock stormed down the cooling streets of Venice, absolutely fuming. Who did that bunch of students think they were? How dare they! How dare they!
That Benvolio kid was simply pathetic. He was everything that Gabriel had described him as – useless, pathetic, wimpy, non-confrontational, lacking in social skills, and with a striking resemblance to Bambi. And that fiancée of his...Hermia, was loud, gobby, obnoxious, blunt, and rude. As for Mercutio...Shylock was absolutely disgusted. He was supposed to be part of the royal family, wasn't he? And yet he was foul, rude, inappropriate and had asked him about a completely private and very personal matter. Shylock burned with rage and crossed his legs. That poor baby, Eliseo, and that poor girlfriend of Mercutio's. Hermia and Benvolio were terrible parents. The poor thing would be swearing by the time it was two. Anthony Montague spawn lived on.
He arrived home, ignoring the fact the door was unlocked due to his anger, and headed straight for his office.
Once there, he slumped at his desk, exhausted. The club was absolutely deserted, and it was deathly silent. Jessica was probably asleep. And so was Gabriel. Shylock did feel a twinge of pity, about locking him up, but he felt betrayed. He needed the support of his younger friend through this. But of course Gabriel would switch sides. He was a two-faced treacherous little brat, who scuttled around after people who would grant him the greatest amount of security, whether it was financial, emotional, or just a place to shelter in times of need.
Shylock sighed, feeling sleepy. He glanced around the room, as if to find a source of comfort in his possessions. If anything...his office looked a little messy, as if someone had rifled through it. He sat back up again, and opened a draw. The contents were stirred around. He opened his money cabinet. Thousands and thousands of Euros were missing. He yelled angrily.
"My money! Someone's stolen my money!"
He looked around the room.
"Jessica!"
Shylock stormed up the stairs, and looked in all the rooms. Jessica was nowhere to be found. The door to Gabriel's room was unlocked, and wide open. He too was nowhere to be found. Shylock searched through his room as well, only to find every single item of his stuff was missing. He'd packed up and left. Shylock stormed out, searching through the rooms again. Launcelot Gobbo had gone too. Shylock searched his room, and then continued to storm around the club.
"Jessica!" yelled Shylock "Where's my money gone?"
It soon dawned on him that his daughter too, had done a runner. Neither Gabriel nor Launcelot would have known Shylock's password to his money safe. Angrily, Shylock punched a wall. The little minx had let Gabriel out, broke into his safe, stolen his money, and done a runner with it. No doubt Gabriel and Launcelot would have been in on the plan and taken some as well.
Shylock slumped back down in his chair, and searched through his draw again, to look for his most precious and prized possession. His deceased wife's turquoise ring. That, he did not find either.
"She's taken that as well...the spoilt little cow! Leah gave that to me before we got married!" Shylock fumed. All exhaustion left him as he buzzed with anger. The anger that had been feasting on him since Anthony's appearance on the vaporetto those few weeks ago. Shylock knew what he wanted to do.
He was taking Anthony to court. Now he had nothing left to lose. His staff had disappeared, his daughter had betrayed him, and his money and his precious turquoise ring had been stolen.
Shylock picked up the phone, and dialled a number. Now Anthony would never get out of this one. If he was going down, he was taking Anthony with him. Shylock was entitled to one pound of flesh, and he would get his revenge.