The Resurrection part 1

This is part 1 of the sequel to the 'Dont Mess With Father Christmas' story. To read the original story click here.

Vinny sat in his armchair waiting for the running water to stop. It was an armchair that just an hour earlier he thought he’d never see again. He’d come back to find the money and diamonds he’d given Katerina strewn across the bed and the sound of water running in the adjoining bathroom.  He knew the lazy bitch would still be there, she probably thought it was her place now. She’d get the shock of her life when she walked dripping wet through that bathroom door to find him sitting there pointing his gun at her. The little minx had completely duped him, she’d been such an actress, the tears, the sobs - so convincing. It was his weakness and he knew it,  he wouldn’t trust a man as far as he could see him but he always let his guard down when women were involved; a pretty girl in a little dress, or a pretty girl in distress, or let’s face it just a pretty girl. That was what got him stabbed by Georgina in the first place.

Vinny lit a cigarette, he noticed his hand was a lot steadied now then when he’d lit the previous one. That was when he’d walked out of the boss’s house, walked away from Father Christmas, walked away from his past. He’d been a second from death. He knew his boss and he knew the look in his eye; he’d raised that gun with the intention of using it, with the intention of blowing Vinny’s brains out - no mercy, no sympathy, no sentimentality.

As Vinny reflected on the scene he realised the boss’s voice has sounded slurred as he’d told the Father Christmas story. Vinny hadn’t really thought about it at the time, just put it down to alcohol but now he realised it was the first sign of the stroke that was to follow. Raising his arm with the gun had been too much for Father Christmas and he’d toppled backwards into his chair. The goon at the back of the room had stepped forward, seen the colour on his boss’s face and called for help. The triplets piled into the room, they all went to their stricken grandfather  completely ignoring Vinny.

Vinny, sensing his opportunity, simply turned on his heel and walked away unnoticed. As he lit his cigarette outside the house he realised he was shaking like a leaf but he knew he had to keep moving he could not afford to wait. He got into his car and drove. He had so many things to consider, did he stay here and wage war on the triplets now that Father Christmas was out of the way? Did he have friends he could turn to? Could he take over the club and the diamonds, the drugs and the girls? Assume control now then wait for the backlash from the Romanians once the dust had settled. Or he could just get the hell out of town and start afresh somewhere else; he had money, contacts and knowhow, a new start would be easy. He  knew he should get out of town, he was a marked man here but he didn’t like to give up without a fight and he also wanted to see that murdering bitch Georgina begging for mercy.

The water had stopped, Vinny stubbed out his cigarette and he imagined Katerina drying that dainty little body and wrapping her hair up in his towel. He steadied his gun, he'd make that bitch suffer. The door opened, steam poured from the bathroom, a fragile figure emerged. She shrieked when she saw the gun and the dead man holding it. But if she was surprised, then so was Vinny. It wasn’t Katerina wrapped in his towel but Eleanora.

This is part 1  of the Vinny the Diamond the Resurrection Story for the whole story click here