"Wake up, sleepy head."
Victoria woke up at the sound of a familiar voice. She opens her eyes and sees the world moving past her on her right, through the window glass.
Am I in a car?... It takes a little while for Victoria to come to her senses.
"Come on...get ready, Vicky, it's about to go down, kid, I am fucking jacked!, jacked!...wooooo! You feel me?"
Victoria turns her head to her left quickly after the realisation hits her.
"Uncle Vinny? What the fu...is going on? Why are you here? And where are we going? Who is driving the bloody car?"
Victoria felt a slight pain in her chest, not able to understand why.
Victoria checks the front seats; both are empty, and the car is driving itself. Then she looked ahead through the windshield. It was the end, and the wall was coming towards them at 100 miles an hour. Victoria caught a glimpse of the car's speedometer.
Victoria, overwhelmed with the situation unable to do anything closed her eyes and just before the final impact it seems, somebody pushed her out of the car, she fiercely rolled away on concrete when the car smashed and and broke through the wall of a multiple storied parking lot and flew in the air as much as gravity would allow, then the car embraced the earth with a loud bang.
Vincent pulled Victoria behind some parked cars. He put his finger on his lips, conveying to Victoria to be absolutely quiet.
Moments later, another car showed up, a black sedan, which screeched to an uncomfortable halt just as the newly formed car-sized hole in the wall was coming up.
A couple of men quickly came out of the vehicle, took out their handguns, and started shooting at Victoria and Vincent blindly.
"When somebody shoots at you, shoot back."
which was something Vincent Donatelli often quoted, and he seemed to have lived his whole life practicing what he preached.
Victoria and Vincent looked at each other while bullets were raining on them. Victoria noticed a certain glint in Vinny's eyes and a mischievous smile.
Vincent, aka Vinny, took out his favourite golden Glock, "Cherry Popper" he used to call it.
Vinny named all his favourite weapons. He said this made him understand them even more.
Uncle Vinny is weird...Victoria couldn't help but smile in this morbid situation. She took out her favourite SIG, "Salma Hayak", and at a finger count of three, both Victoria and Vinny got up from behind the car, and started shooting back at their adversaries.
A hit...Victoria shot one of the assailants; she shot him in the wrist, but she was still unable to make out their identities.
All of a sudden, Victoria saw Vinny shot in the chest. As he fell, Vinny was grasping for air. Although the bullet couldn't pierce his Kevlar vest, the impact almost put a dent in him.
Next thing Victoria knows, she was also on the ground, her unable to breathe, her entire body cramping up, her lungs felt like they were about to burst, she was experiencing immense pain,
Am I shot?... Victoria was unable to find any blood or bullet holes on her as she inspected her Kevlar vest with her hands.
Oh shit, that broke my ribs...
Victoria looked up, the assailants had stopped shooting, and one of them was approaching her, he was in a black tux, walking with a manly walk towards her, his face a blur.
As the man moved beside Victoria, he crouched on the ground and loosened her Kevlar vest; she was able to breathe again.
Vinny was wimpering nearby.
Then, in quick succession, a lot happened: the unknown perpetrator took out a golden gun and shot Vinny in the head; he stopped moving after that.
Then the perp completely removed Victoria's bulletproof vest, and he tore open her white blouse, her white laced brassiere showing. Victoria was immobilised, unable to do anything; she was looking at Uncle Vinny's corpse, tears rolling down her face.
The next thing that the perp did took Victoria by surprise, he loosened her black trousers with ease, as if practiced, he did it with a sense of urgency and bypassed her piece of undergarments there with his long fingers, and without a moment's notice, his fingers were in her.
Victoria was reasonably perplexed; she was experiencing a barrage of myriad emotions at the same time.
The face of the perv assailant was coming into focus now, and Victoria's eyes were about to pop out of place, when she recognized the face.
Luke Baldwin!!...before she could finish her thoughts, Luke looked at her with his jade green eyes, glistening under sunlight, and with a charming boyish smile, his fingers went deeper inside.
An electric undercurrent ran through Victoria's body, and she twitched a little while lying down, unaware she had grasped a quiet moan.
Luke's fingers were moving with utmost precision now; they were slowly but steadily gathering pace.
Tears were rolling down Victoria's face, she was shivering, it was as if her body was a water dam and now its gates were broken, and water was gushing out of every crevice it could find.
A tightness was gripping Victoria's body gradually, pleasure surging within her was rising, and this was in tandem with Luke's pace. All the while, he never broke eye contact with her, his smile charming and boyish.
The whole world blurred out for Victoria. She thought she was melting under Luke's touch, and just when she was about to spill over, everything vanished, everything dark, she heard her uncle's(Vincent) voice emanating from the darkness,
"Look out for the Baldwins' youngest, he is a beast with a pretty face".
And Victoria opened her eyes abruptly, she found herself in her bedroom, a narrow beam of sunlight fell on her bedroom's white Italian marble floor through the velvety curtain-covered windows, indicating it was morning.
Victoria's mind was disheveled, and memories of last night started pouring into her consciousness.
But her body was telling a different story; she was sweating, her body temperature was not normal, and she felt extreme urges that she was unable to control.
Victoria quickly got out of bed and went into the washroom before anyone else could see her.