Chapter 4 - The Sound of Retribution
The room became a whirlwind of violence,
as Vincent’s men moved with the precision of machines.
Two of the Vipers didn't even have time to scream,
before they were forced to the ground,
their arrogance replaced by the cold reality of steel.
The leader,
a man with a jagged scar across his throat,
lunged for a knife on the table.
Vincent fired a single shot,
the bullet shattering the man’s hand,
sending the blade spinning across the floor.
The man collapsed,
wailing in agony,
as he clutched his ruined fingers to his chest.
"Shut up,"
Vincent barked,
the sound of his voice cutting through the man’s cries.
He walked over to the chair where the woman sat,
her head lolling to the side.
"Ma'am?"
he asked,
his voice softening as he checked her pulse.
It was weak,
fluttering like a trapped bird,
but it was there.
"Untie her,"
he commanded his men,
"and get the medical kit from the car."
"Carefully!"
he added,
when one of the men moved too quickly.
He turned his attention back to the leader on the floor,
who was now staring at him with pure terror.
"Who told you to come here?"
Vincent asked,
stepping on the man's wounded hand.
The man shrieked,
his body arching in pain.
"I don't...
I don't know!"
he sobbed.
"Just a guy...
at the bar...
gave us the address...
said she was easy prey."
Vincent leaned down,
his face inches from the Viper's.
"There is no such thing as easy prey in my city,"
he whispered,
"only people who haven't learned the rules yet."
"And the rule is this,"
he continued,
his voice growing darker,
"if you touch a child,
or a mother,
you don't get to go to prison."
"You just go away."
He looked at Tony,
who had entered from the back,
his gun still smoking.
"Take this one to the docks,"
Vincent said,
referring to the leader.
"I want him to see the sunrise,"
"and then I want him to disappear."
He turned back to the woman,
who was now being tended to by his men.
She groaned,
her eyes flickering open for a brief second.
"Sophie?"
she whispered.
"She’s safe,"
Vincent told her,
taking her hand.
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"She’s waiting for you."
"And she’s the one who saved you."
