Page 2 of Capuleto

I carefully closed the cabinet I was rummaging through and crouched behind one of the sofas, hoping not to be discovered.

Two people were whispering. Only one of the voices was familiar because it belonged to the same person who, due to my foolishness, I had let into the villa.

Her tone was somewhere between annoyed and angry.

"You need to rest; the doctor told you the bullet didn't hit any vital organs, but you need to rest."

"You know I don't like staying still," she protested sulkily. If I had my pistol, he'd see how still I could be.

"I still can't explain how she had enough strength to make me lose control. You should have seen her; she was like a panther." I smiled to myself. "With the amount of drug I injected into the bottle, it should have been enough to knock down a mammoth, yet..."

"She gave you a fight," the man finished.

"More than that. The boss was right. She wouldn’t listen to reason; she didn’t even want to hear me out so we could leave without fighting. Good thing I added the opiate, or else…" Boss, had she said boss? Milk and in a bottle, my captor was a man.

"You're not telling it," he completed her sentence for her.

I peeked my face out a little to see them.

He was dressed as a sailor in strict white with some stripes adorning his suit. Could he be the captain of the ship? I dismissed the idea immediately; too young, perhaps an officer. His attention was more focused on the woman in front of him than on the storm brewing or the vessel.

The fake waitress had changed clothes. She wore her arm in a sling, and a wide beige skirt covered her legs.

He cornered her against a wall to kiss her.

"What are you doing?" she scolded flirtatiously.

"Celebrating that you're still alive. Don't tell me you're not turned on. When one is on the edge of a cliff, they say it makes you feel a lot..." he murmured near her lips.

"I haven’t been on any cliff."

"It's a saying, woman..."

"Get off!" She pushed him away with her free hand. "What I am is in pain." He persisted in trying to get her to pay attention.

"You need to think about something else, babe, don't be prudish, I know you want it."

The man's hand lifted the skirt and caressed the skin up to the female’s crotch.

"Now not, Luciano," she used an Italian accent to turn the 'c' into 'che.' "This isn't the time. I need to check on the guest." "Guest?" I scoffed internally, more like a hostage.

"If the beast sees you opening the door, she'll surely kill you with a swipe, why doesn't someone else go?"

"Who? You?" she asked, annoyed. He shrugged. "Don't make me laugh, your place is helping in the cabin, you wouldn't know how to react if she attacked."

"She could be dangerous."

"She might be, but the drug is still in her bloodstream, if she's awake, it's impossible that she's fully capable. And all I have to do is check her vital signs."

"Yours are wet and horny," murmured the creep, kissing her neck. By the movement of his hand, he was penetrating her. She gasped.

"Let's leave it for later, please." She allowed him to give her a deep kiss that lasted a long minute, which gave me time to decide my next move.

"I'll accompany you to the visit, I don’t want you to get hurt. The bridge is under control."

"I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me."

"Don’t worry, babe, I won’t. It'll only be a moment, and if they ask, I'll say I needed a quick break, the seasickness excuse won't work anymore."

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