The Resurrection Part 2

This is part 2 of the Vinny the Diamond the Resurrection Story for the whole story click here

After Eleanora had recovered from the initial shock she threw herself at Vinny, her towel fell to the floor and she sat in his arms naked, kissing his stubbly face and stroking his hair.

‘Kat told me you were dead, said the Romanians had killed you but you're, you’re alive?’

She was touching him as if to make sure he was real, as if to make sure this was not a dream. Vinny was motionless, too shocked to move, his brain racing, trying to work out what on earth was going on.

‘Oh Vinny I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd lost you,’ she sobbed in his arms.

What is it with these whores and tears thought Vinny. His first clear thought since he had set eyes on Eleanora through the steam.

He pushed her away and stood up, she replaced him in the chair pulling the towel over her, suddenly aware of her nakedness. Vinny lit a much needed cigarette and walked over to the window. He blew out a lungful of smoke and without turning round to look at Eleanora tried desperately to clear his mind.  

So Kat and Pieter had told him she was dead, why wouldn't he believe them? But he'd never seen a body or even seen the scene of the crime. it had been a set up; that fucking Father Christmas was a clever bastard.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ Vinny asked without looking round. He'd decided not to tell her he thought she was dead too. See if he could catch her out.

‘I was coming over to yours but then I got this client, he offered me a lot of money to spend time with him in his hotel. I told Kat to tell you, didn't she? It was almost like Pretty Woman only he was no Richard Gere and there was no fairy tale ending.’ 

It made sense to Vinny, His boss would send one of his lackies to hire the girl to get her out of the way for a few days, very clever really. 

‘When I got back Kat phoned me to tell me you'd been shot. I came over here straight away, she let me in but then she slipped out to see a client.’

It sounded plausible to Vinny, he turned and looked at Eleanora and then went over and kissed her forehead. He held her, pleased she was still alive, happy to see a friendly face. They hugged in silence for a moment but then a voice in Vinny's head started yelling.

‘What the fuck Vinny, what are you doing, you're doing it again, just because she has doe eyes and perfect skin doesn't mean she's to be trusted. She's telling you what you want to hear.’

It was true, Vinny did want to believe that Eleanora didn't have a clue that she'd been ‘killed’ by Georgina, he didn't want to believe that she could be as manipulative as Kat.

He weighed it up - on one hand she must be being genuine, she'd told the story so naturally; it hadn’t sounded rehearsed or anything.

But then he realised she could be lying; all that ‘you're alive’ bullshit wasn’t it a bit over the top? Was she just buying time, time to come up with a conceivable tale? And she'd taken a fucking shower, who takes a shower when in mourning? But then again she'd just come from a client, she said he was no Richard Gere, maybe she needed to be cleansed of him? So a shower made sense.  it was all so confusing. But deep down he knew he couldn't trust her, he shouldn't trust her, he wouldn't trust her.

‘Get dressed and go.’ Vinny’s voice growled the order.

She looked at him shocked, still an active part of an embrace that he'd deactivated some moments before. He lost her eyes, staring instead at some invisible spot on the wall behind her.

‘Go’ he growled again.  ‘I need to be alone, you said yourself I'm a dead man, I need to sort out my funeral.’

After she'd gone Vinny did some thinking, he paced around his flat like a demented polar bear, he smoked furiously as he reflected on the past few months. He realised he’d not been very clever. He'd been too impulsive, too trusting, too naïve. He'd been led into traps like a cow being led into an abattoir. He was better than that, he needed to get his mind straight. 

Until now he'd been a bit of a loner, he'd invested for the future by dipping his beak in the boss's profits but he hadn’t built a network of friends he could rely on. Right now he didn't know who he could trust, Kat was out, Eleanora was a major doubt, Pieter had played him like a piano.

Vinny was alone, alive but alone. 

How about the boss? Was he alive? Vinny had no way of finding out. 

And what difference did it make. The boss had signed the death warrant. Vinny was a dead man walking.

He thought about leaving town again; common sense told him getting the fuck out looked like the best option but common sense didn’t really come into it. He still had unfinished business, he wanted Georgina naked, begging for mercy before he pulled the trigger with a smile on his face.

But if he was going to stay he couldn't stay where he was. As soon as the dust had settled, Georgina or the twins would come looking for him and the flat would be the first place they’d look.  And if Eleanora was the enemy then they'd already know exactly where he was.

That thought spurred Vinny into action. He gathered the money that that slovenly bitch Kat had left on the bed, and stuffed it in a holdall  along with her passport and the diamonds. He then emptied the rest of the safe into the bag and stuffed a few clothes in on top. He grabbed his gun, shoved it into his trousers and left the flat.

He checked into a mid range hotel near the station, he didn’t care about the standard , he just wanted a safe room and a room safe. He stuffed the money into the safe and lit a cigarette. As he smoked he looked down at the streets below. He could see the girls plying their trade, cars picking up, cars dropping off, skirts adjusted, lipstick replenished, back to work. It was early evening and the light was fading but business booming; workers getting their kicks before going home to the wife. A car stopped, a Beemer, a girl got out. Even in the fading light and from this distance Vinny knew who it was. Or at least he thought he did; he was getting sick of seeing ghosts. Of course Father Christmas would not waste a precious commodity like that. Why kill a perfectly good girl when you are about the kill the problem? Again he had to give credit to his boss, it was well thought through.

But this was good, a plan was hatching in Vinny’s mind. He took in a big breath of smoke and smiled as he exhaled, he liked it. He liked it a lot.

This is part 2 of the Vinny the Diamond the Resurrection Story for the whole story click here