Guns 'N' Roses

DECISION

She sat on her bed with a towel on, she watched her hair drip down on the floor making a small puddle. Her eyes burned painfully as she grasped to reality. Her body rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed, her fingers clenched the bed sheet as she sobbed once more. I’m Isabella Krane. I’m the daughter that everyone is looking for, who Vincent is looking for.

The thought of Vincent made her tears stream down faster. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, his back, his hands, himself. She loved everything about Vincent. Her eyes grew wide as she shed tears louder. “Oh my god, I’m in love with Vincent.”

A knock on the door made her jump. The door opened to reveal Vincent coming in. “Kiddo, Jack told me you would be in your-” His eyes blinked at the sight of her bare shoulders and a white towel covering everything else. “Room...”

Her face turned bright red as she stared at Vincent dumbfoundedly. He quickly came in, making sure no one followed him then locked her door. He stripped off his dark red sweater and threw it to her lap. “Wrap it or wear it. As long as you cover yourself.” He turned, facing the wall as he felt his chest grappled at the sight of shoulders not covered in blood.

She wrapped it around her shoulders. “Done.” She bit her lip, unable to look at Vincent right in the face.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t think you would be taking a shower. How does it feel to be blood free?”

“A lot better. Easier to move around now.” She giggled.

Vincent smiled, making her heart squeeze. His eyes darted towards the necklace on the bed and raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that Jack’s necklace? Why do you have it?”

Her eyes followed his sight to the pistol necklace beside her. Her eyes burned once more, urging to cry out and beg for forgiveness. “Oh, that. Jack gave it to me. He said I should keep it with me, it was annoying around his neck when he goes out or something like that.” She smiled at Jack’s kindness towards her.

Vincent gritted his teeth at her reason to smile. “Kiddo, do you like Jack?”

“Oh, very much.” She cheerfully responded.

“Like how? Like like or like?”

“What’s the difference?” She questioned.

Vincent sat beside her on the bed, making her heart skip. He sighed and watchfully looked into her eyes. “Like like means you really like him and could possibly love him, like is just like.”

“I can’t love Jack, my heart is for someone else.” She covered her mouth right after saying that. “Please forget what I just said, it has nothing to do with you.”

Vincent felt irritated and got up. “Didn’t think I would be unwanted to you now. At least I know you don’t love Jack and that’s all I need.”

As soon as he was about to unlock the door, he felt a tug on his grey shirt. He turned around to see her pulling on your shirt with a red face. “Don’t go yet.” The sweater was completely off her.

Vincent turned around and crashed his lips on hers. His sudden movement made her freeze in shock. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. By then, she got used to the moment and kissed back without any hesitation. Vincent deepens the kiss, adding his tongue in, letting it explore her mouth causing her to softly moan.

Vincent parted the kiss, watching her breathe hard. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to..”

“I like it. I like the kiss, I like you.”

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you. When I see your smile, my eyes let it burn it in my mind. The way you do things makes my chest pound.”

“I’m the leader of a mafia.”

“That’s okay.” Her fingers reached out to touch his face. “It suits you.”

“I’m a murderer.”

“All for a good reason.” She let her fingers linger on his cheek, her thumb rubbed his bottom lip. “Do you like me?”

Her eyes begged him for an answer. Vincent only then realized how much he wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her, to love her. Vincent smiled, letting his hand lay on her jawline.

“I don’t just like you. I’m intrigued by you. From the moment I met you.” Vincent walked forwards making her go back to the bed.

He pushed his lips back on hers, laying her down on the bed as he hovered over her body. His other hand trailed up her bare leg to the trim of the towel. She parted the kiss with teary eyes.

“Why’d you stop your hand?”

“You want my hand to go in the towel?” He smirked. “Once I’m in, I won’t come out.”

“Silly, I wouldn’t mind. I don’t remember having a boyfriend for you not to continue.”

“You don’t remember anything.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly.” She giggled.

Vincent blinked a few times before letting out a chuckle. “Your giggles attracted my curiosity towards you. It’s a good thing it did.”

She bit her lip while extending her arms out. “Vincent….”

He obeyed her soft voice as he planted his face on her covered chest. He inhaled her scent as he held her close.

“You like it? It’s Lavender.”

“Of course, I picked it.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky sass before kissing his nose. “I enjoy your cocky attitude.”

Vincent started kissing her arms before stopping at a scratched wound. He instantly remembered that he was the one who wounded her and frowned. “Does it hurt? This wound.” She shook her head.

“Hey, I’m sorry for grabbing your arm like that.”

“No, it’s okay. You just got emotional, I get it.” She paused before speaking again. “Vincent, what if I am Isabella. What would become of us?”

Vincent was taken back by her sudden question. His eyes darted to the window bringing the afternoon light before looking back at her. It was obvious to him how important and serious her question was to her. But even he wouldn’t know the answer to what would become of them if she was Isabella. He knew if he ever saw Isabella, he would order her of the whereabouts of her father. If she refused, he would kill her on the spot. If she did help, he would make a compromise if he’s happy. If she was Isabella, what would he possibly do?

“I don’t know how to answer that, if you were Isabella, would you leave?”

She nodded with no hesitation in her answer. “Would you come after me? Or would you kill me on the spot?”

“What would you want me to do if you were Isabella?”

“Kill me.” Her face was serious without any fear shown in her eyes or her words.

Vincent stood up on his palms and stared at her carefully. Is Jane Doe really Isabella? Have I gotten soft for the enemy for the months that she’s been here? Vincent’s thoughts ran through his mind with no stop for rest. “Kiddo, I don’t want to touch on this topic.” He lowered his lips to her shoulders and down to the top part of her chest. He trailed it back to her neck and started sucking on her skin.

She moaned softly at his wet lips touching each of her sensitive spots hit her body with chills. Her hands clenched her bedsheets as her body started heating up. Vincent smiled when her body arched at her sensitive jackpot. As her mind went blank with pleasure, Vincent abruptly stopped his actions and got off the bed.

She got up and pouted angrily causing him to chuckle at her expression. “Cool it, Kitty. Connor and Sean will be looking for me soon. Get dressed and we can go together.”

She nodded as she got up. She headed to the cupboard and got something to wear and placed it on the bed. She was about to undo the towel when she realized Vincent was staring at her like it’s the most standard thing in his life. She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. Vincent raised him in a confused response before getting the memo. He turned around and closed his eyes shut.

Rationally, what she wanted was for him to leave the room. She sighed and quickly changed her clothes before he changed his mind and goggle his eyes on her. Of course, she wouldn’t mind that but there are a time and place for everything.

“Okay, ready. Let’s go.” She hung Jack’s necklace around her neck.

Vincent turned around then frowned. “Are you really going to wear that?”

“Yes, yes I am.” She grinned happily.

Vincent grunted as he unlocked the door and walked out with her by his side. He wondered if this is what it feels like to love someone. He doesn’t even need to worry about protecting her since Jack is by her side. Jack by her side aside from him is what riles his jealousy more.

The two went down to the hall, Jack and Sean were picking a fight on the spot. Sarah was holding Kasey in her arms and was playing with her, Connor was on the couch with his laptop and Eve was walking around while looking at her nails before she looked up and smiled.

“Vincy! I missed you!” Eve ran to Vincent and placed her arms around him. Her large breasts squeezing against his chest.

She watched Eve and Vincent then to Eve’s breasts, only then she realized what it means to envy someone and boy, did it hurt. She looked down at the floor with her wet hair surrounding her eyes.

“Jane Doe! I almost couldn’t recognize you without the blood on you.” Jack jumped on her with a hug.

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not...” She muttered.

“Take it as you will, little one.” He grinned.

Jane Doe… She can’t explain how hard it is for her to be called Jane Doe now that she understands her name is Isabella Krane. She rather is called Isabella than Jane Doe but it would not be an easy thing to ask considering the situation the family is in with Krane. It’s all because of him. Krane is to blame. That monster that I call ‘father’.

“Hey, Jane Doe, you okay?” Jack face popped in front of her.

“Y-Yeah….. Just organizing everything that happened to me” She gave an awkward smile out.

“What happen? Did your memories come back?” Jack frowned as she shook her head.

She glanced at Vincent who just winked at her. Her face turned red like a cherry as she placed her head on Jack’s chest. Eve looked back to her then to Vincent then frowned.

“You better not be crushing on Vincent or I’ll ruin your life.”

“Eve, Don’t speak to Jane Doe like that. I don’t approve such talk towards my lady.”

Everyone’s eyes shot at Vincent with shock. She held Jack’s arms, unable to retort back to his sudden confession in front of his family. Vincent pushed Eve as he pulled her out of Jack’s arms and into his. “Jane Doe belongs to me now. I want no one to be bullying her.”

“Woah Woah Woah, hold the phone here! Vincent! When did this happen?” Connor sprang out of the couch, running up to Vincent. Anger boiled in his veins to hear such dishonour words coming out of his mouth. He already knew how weak Vincent can be when it comes to motherly affection but to possibly expect someone as low as a girl from the dying streets can only change him within the months she was living here.

“Just a couple of minutes ago when I was in her room.” Vincent shrugged.

“You can’t just bluntly say that to people, dummy.” She whispered in her ear.

Connor frowned as he pulled her away from Vincent’s grasp and threw her to Jack. “This is not the boss I work for. To be attracted to a runt like her? Was it not you or wounded her when you thought she was Isabella a while ago?”

Vincent stared at his hands as he clenched them tightly. Blood rushed to his fingertips, turning them red. Jack pushed Connor lightly to the side. “Cool it, Connor, you’re using emotions to this topic.”

Connor pushed Jack’s arm away. “And he’s not using his emotions? He probably did it with her and acting all high mighty because he can get any girl he wants and no one can say a word about it because he’s the leader.” He huffed.

Sarah walked up with Kasey, her stares were long and hard. If Sarah could, she would have clogged everyone’s eyes out for their stupidity. Sarah only sighed and looked the other way.

Her hands clutched onto her shirt. That’s right. Vincent can have any girl he wanted. It doesn’t have to be me, it can be Eve. Right?

Vincent watched as sorrow and doubt washed over her face like a tsunami, it crashed every confidence and hope she had in her. Jack watched Vincent’s face change from anger to pain to emotionlessness. “If you like Jane Doe, take her. If not, leave her.” Jack threw her to Vincent, he caught her without hesitation in his reflexes.

“You don’t need to tell me that. I know who to be with and who not to be with.” Vincent blankly looked at Jack. “I could be using her. Eve wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my needs and might need an innocent girl like Jane Doe to do the trick?”

Jack laughed. “Dude, I’m your right-hand man and best friend, not an i***t. You wouldn’t be showing such obvious hickeys and telling us about you and Jane Doe.”

Vincent’s blank face turned into a small laugh. “I can’t fool you, Jack.”

“I’m not even sure why you even tried, you can be such an ass.” Jack punched Vincent’s arm before fist-pumping him.

She smiled at the friendship they grew, her mind wandered to her friends and Morgan. She clenched her hands as her chest pounded in a wail. She knew she has to make a choice of what she wants to do. My decision based on who I am. I choose to be Isabella. I will call myself Isabella.