Just a little warning, this is almost over. There are four chapters after this one, but never fear! I am diligently working on a sequel that goes along with the movie! More details later, though! Let me know if you enjoy!
"Marco!" Vinnie shouted from the door of the club. "We found them! One of my guys called from the Borough."
"What the fuck are they doing there?" Jimmy muttered.
"Did I tell you to fucking think?" Marco snapped. "Get your asses up, we've got shit to do."
The two men slipped into the house simply enough. The back window in the kitchen was smashed enough to unlock the back door. They trudged forward as silently as they could. These Vipers were pretty stupid, leaving the girl behind with no protection besides that fat fuck Philly Babes.
Philly, who was supposed to be awake, watching the house, had passed out, shirtless on the couch. The television droned an infomercial in the background as the man snored heavily, open-mouthed.
One of the men bashed him in the head, knocking him out. "Fat fuck was too easy."
"Did I ask for a play-by-play? Go get the fucking girl." The other man yelled, nearly slapping his companion.
They slunk down the hallway, checking each door until they found her sleeping figure, curled in the sheets, completely naked. "Jackpot."
Marco Vendetti and the other Vipers walked into the garage in the Boroughs. They came equipped with chains and various weapons, most of which were varying degrees of hand tools and car parts. They half expected the warehouse to be empty when they spotted the unsuspecting gangsters scattering at the intrusion.
"Vendetti. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist our little invitation. I must admit though, I didn't expect you to come so early." Big Louis mused, coming forward from behind a large mahogany desk, looking out of place in the garage.
"I don't take threats lightly, Louis. This has to end now. I was going to let you leave with some dignity, but now I don't think I'm gonna be able to play nice."
"Dignity? You wanted me to walk off with my tail between my legs. In what nature is that dignified?"
"It is compared to how you're gonna leave this warehouse."
"In a body bag!" Jimmy cackled.
"Shut up, Pockets!" Marco snapped.
"Look, boys. You might as well all go home. There's not gonna be a fight here tonight."
"Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?" Marco crooned.
"I've got leverage. A bargaining chip, if you would." Big Louis smirked, snapping his fingers. Two men came out, opening a cabinet behind the large desk and a lifeless body fell out. A female body. A familiar one, cloaked only in an over sized black jacket. Her ripped panties now shoved in her mouth as a gag, her hands and ankles bound in tape.
"Veronica?" Marco let the name slip from his lips, barely a whisper. "What the fuck did you do to her? I'll rip out your mother fucking throat!" Marco roared, preparing to jump the man. He stopped when he heard the click of a gun cocking.
"Easy, lover boy. She's fine. We just…sedated her a little bit."
"You drugged her?" Marco spat.
Louis laughed. "She's feisty, that one. Quite the mouth on her. Quite the little body, too." He hummed. "She was gonna get herself hurt. And what fun would that be?" He ran his hand over the desk, grabbing a glass of cold water and throwing it on the girl. She stirred before them, her hair now soaked; she let out a muffled scream, eyes wide in fear. "Upsie daisy." Louis cooed, lifting her up by the arms and leaning her against the desk. Marco noticed she was crying. He took note of the blood drying tentatively on her temple, running down from her eyebrow. "I'll tell you what, Vendetti. You tell the little princess all about what happened to daddy dearest, and we'll leave. You won't have to see us again."
Veronica looked furiously between Marco and Louis, wondering what it was they were talking about.
"Don't make me do that." Marco sighed. He bounced nervously on the balls of his feet.
"If you won't, I will. And then you'll all pay the price." Louis admitted.
Veronica muttered something behind the gag.
"What's that, dear?" Louis asked, pulling her into an awkward embrace to which she screamed. He pulled the gag from her mouth and threw it near Marco's feet. "Why don't you repeat yourself, doll?" He asked, pushing her forward with a strong hand on the small of her back. She fell to her knees, not able to stabilize herself with her feet bound, barely catching herself with her hands before she hit the ground. Marco kneeled to help her. "Watch yourself, Vendetti. Don't do anything stupid."
Marco held back, watching as her tears fell on the concrete, turning the light gray into a heartbreaking slate color. "Say it." She managed in between sobs.
He bit his thumb, taking a deep breath. "He was helping them." He mumbled. Her eyes shot up to his, now blood shot and violent. "Your father. He was covering their asses. That's how he got involved, why he was there that night. They were paying him to help."
"You're lying!" She spat, trying to push herself up.
"He's not, darling." Louis walked up to her, putting his hand on her dainty shoulder to which she jerked away from, screaming loud and shrill. The sound bounced from the empty walls and rattled their insides. Louis seemed un phased by the outburst and continued. "He told me a story. About a little princess who had a dream. Problem was, money was tight and he couldn't stand to see her suffer. So we made a deal. Worked out nicely until he grew a soft spot for the test subjects. He tried to break them out. Threatened to reveal our location. Couldn't have that, now could we?" He asked, picking up her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. She spat at him, hitting his chin, before she jerked her face from his hands, curling into a ball by his feet. He laughed at her futile attempt to unrattle him, turning to Marco who was still poised on his knees. "I'm a man of my word, Vendetti. Take your little slut and get out, though I doubt she'll want you anymore after this. We'll be gone by morning."
Marco lurched forward, gingerly placing a hand on Veronica's arm. She didn't react, only looked at him, heartbroken. He picked her up, gently. She acted like a ragdoll in his grasp as he carried out of the ware house to the car. His men followed him out, shell shocked from the experience. Marco set his girl gently in the backseat of Jimmy's car and used his blade to cut the tape around her appendages, being careful to keep her covered. As soon as she was free, she recoiled, pulling away from him and shutting him out.
"Boss?" Vinnie asked quietly behind him, waiting for orders.
"Take 'em. Don't let any of them walk away. No one hurts my little princess."