Chapter Eight
It was two days since then. Justin sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. Vincent sat on the chair, asleep. The guys were out, street racing. Justin did not want to help out, and Vincent was too sore to go.
The news caught Justin's attention. He leaned forward. "Vice City has experienced many things since Vercetti came here. And a few days ago, a new gang came to town. They started up trouble." They showed pictures of the race. "The Silvae leader, Alios Silvae, has been arrested for killing several police around the city. The daughter too, Chateau Silvae, was arrested, but has escaped. If anyone sees her," they showed a picture of her, "please call this number."
Justin turned the TV off. He left the apartment, going down to the garage. He got in his banshee, starting it up. His phone rang.
"What?" He asked, thinking it was one of the guys.
"Justin, do not go after me. I know you just saw the news. I escaped, going to Liberty City. I'm now in Liberty. Please, don't. You will get yourself arrested too."
"Chateau, why would you do this?"
She was silent for a minute. "I.I don't know. My father, he wasn't acting right. After we departed, he went insane. I don't know why. He took me outside, and he kept me out there with him while he killed several police. After we were arrested, I had no choice but to.bribe.the police. They fell for it, and I escaped."
"Let me get up there, in Liberty." He turned out into the street, driving toward Escobar.
"No! If you do, the cops will follow."
"I could always call the cops, telling them where you are."
"Don't! Fine, you can come up here, but I won't tell you where I am. You will have to find me." She hung up.
*** Justin walked out of Francis International, not knowing where to find her. He called a taxi, getting in.
"Where to?"
"I don't know. Where is the place that gangsters would hang out?"
"Depends. What gang? The Mafia, Yakuza, Hoods, Cartel, Triads, Yardies, Diablos, Redjacks, or the Nines?"
"I don't know. Whatever runs the town besides the Mafia."
"That would be the Casino on Staunton."
He watched the scenery. Liberty did not seem as peaceful as Vice. Whores walked the streets, hitting on men on the streets and in cars.
He paid the taxi driver and got out, entering the casino. He avoided women in there, seeing he was new, trying to take all of his money. He went up to the bar. "Who's in charge here?"
The bartender looked at him. "Kenji. He's over there, at the poker table."
"Thanks." He slipped passed the women who still stalked him. "Are you Kenji?"
The man looked up at him. "Yeah, why?"
"Do you know of the Silvae?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Have you seen one of them here?"
He put a hundred dollar bill down in the pile of money. "Yeah. A woman who dressed like them was here a while ago. She could still be here. If not, then I don't know where."
"Thanks." He looked around, but all he could see were strippers. The women still crowded around them. "Here. Take my money." He dropped some bills on the floor, walking over to the check-in. "Has a Chateau Silvae checked in here?"
He looked through the book. "Yeah. She's in room 503."
"Do you have an extra key?"
"Here, but return it."
He took the keys. Good. She's here. He went up the stairs, looking for the door that led to the 500 rooms. He went in, looking for 503. He unlocked the door, going inside. She laid on the bed, and she glanced at him as he walked in.
"How did I know you would find me here?"
He sat down next to her, leaning over her.
"Why did you come here anyway?"
He smiled. "Ever since I saw you, I felt like there was something between us. When you came into my room, I knew it was true."
"I only did that for you would get the disc."
"I love you." He went to kiss her.
She pulled away. "Stay away from me."
"Where did you go that night?"
"I left, feeling sorry for myself. How could I? I'm with child now, because of you."
He sat up. "I'm.a father?"
"Not yet. I may have an abortion." She sat up too, looking away.
"I'm.sorry. I was hurt. I couldn't push you away."
"It's not your fault." She faced him again. "It was mine. I might as well admit it. I love you too. When you said you've known me all of your life, you did." She looked at him, but quickly looked away. "Do you remember, in High School, Chateau Alto?"
"Yes, we went out for a long time."
"I am her. After we graduated, I left to join my father in Mutiny. I too, changed my name."
"You left me." He sighed. "I looked all over for you. I became part of the Street Racers because you left me. I was miserable."
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"I do. But like your father, you should have called."
"I did, but I couldn't say anything. I've missed you so much."
He stood up, pacing back and forth. "I.I don't know what to say. You left me, and wouldn't say anything on the phone."
"I said I was sorry." She stood in front of him. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Please."
He smiled. "I forgive you." He kissed her.
It was two days since then. Justin sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. Vincent sat on the chair, asleep. The guys were out, street racing. Justin did not want to help out, and Vincent was too sore to go.
The news caught Justin's attention. He leaned forward. "Vice City has experienced many things since Vercetti came here. And a few days ago, a new gang came to town. They started up trouble." They showed pictures of the race. "The Silvae leader, Alios Silvae, has been arrested for killing several police around the city. The daughter too, Chateau Silvae, was arrested, but has escaped. If anyone sees her," they showed a picture of her, "please call this number."
Justin turned the TV off. He left the apartment, going down to the garage. He got in his banshee, starting it up. His phone rang.
"What?" He asked, thinking it was one of the guys.
"Justin, do not go after me. I know you just saw the news. I escaped, going to Liberty City. I'm now in Liberty. Please, don't. You will get yourself arrested too."
"Chateau, why would you do this?"
She was silent for a minute. "I.I don't know. My father, he wasn't acting right. After we departed, he went insane. I don't know why. He took me outside, and he kept me out there with him while he killed several police. After we were arrested, I had no choice but to.bribe.the police. They fell for it, and I escaped."
"Let me get up there, in Liberty." He turned out into the street, driving toward Escobar.
"No! If you do, the cops will follow."
"I could always call the cops, telling them where you are."
"Don't! Fine, you can come up here, but I won't tell you where I am. You will have to find me." She hung up.
*** Justin walked out of Francis International, not knowing where to find her. He called a taxi, getting in.
"Where to?"
"I don't know. Where is the place that gangsters would hang out?"
"Depends. What gang? The Mafia, Yakuza, Hoods, Cartel, Triads, Yardies, Diablos, Redjacks, or the Nines?"
"I don't know. Whatever runs the town besides the Mafia."
"That would be the Casino on Staunton."
He watched the scenery. Liberty did not seem as peaceful as Vice. Whores walked the streets, hitting on men on the streets and in cars.
He paid the taxi driver and got out, entering the casino. He avoided women in there, seeing he was new, trying to take all of his money. He went up to the bar. "Who's in charge here?"
The bartender looked at him. "Kenji. He's over there, at the poker table."
"Thanks." He slipped passed the women who still stalked him. "Are you Kenji?"
The man looked up at him. "Yeah, why?"
"Do you know of the Silvae?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Have you seen one of them here?"
He put a hundred dollar bill down in the pile of money. "Yeah. A woman who dressed like them was here a while ago. She could still be here. If not, then I don't know where."
"Thanks." He looked around, but all he could see were strippers. The women still crowded around them. "Here. Take my money." He dropped some bills on the floor, walking over to the check-in. "Has a Chateau Silvae checked in here?"
He looked through the book. "Yeah. She's in room 503."
"Do you have an extra key?"
"Here, but return it."
He took the keys. Good. She's here. He went up the stairs, looking for the door that led to the 500 rooms. He went in, looking for 503. He unlocked the door, going inside. She laid on the bed, and she glanced at him as he walked in.
"How did I know you would find me here?"
He sat down next to her, leaning over her.
"Why did you come here anyway?"
He smiled. "Ever since I saw you, I felt like there was something between us. When you came into my room, I knew it was true."
"I only did that for you would get the disc."
"I love you." He went to kiss her.
She pulled away. "Stay away from me."
"Where did you go that night?"
"I left, feeling sorry for myself. How could I? I'm with child now, because of you."
He sat up. "I'm.a father?"
"Not yet. I may have an abortion." She sat up too, looking away.
"I'm.sorry. I was hurt. I couldn't push you away."
"It's not your fault." She faced him again. "It was mine. I might as well admit it. I love you too. When you said you've known me all of your life, you did." She looked at him, but quickly looked away. "Do you remember, in High School, Chateau Alto?"
"Yes, we went out for a long time."
"I am her. After we graduated, I left to join my father in Mutiny. I too, changed my name."
"You left me." He sighed. "I looked all over for you. I became part of the Street Racers because you left me. I was miserable."
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"I do. But like your father, you should have called."
"I did, but I couldn't say anything. I've missed you so much."
He stood up, pacing back and forth. "I.I don't know what to say. You left me, and wouldn't say anything on the phone."
"I said I was sorry." She stood in front of him. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Please."
He smiled. "I forgive you." He kissed her.
