Amanda wanted to go shopping, she had a lunch date with some friends, amoung other things that were on her agenda for the day. Just like any other day, there wasn't any problems what so ever. Though as we spoke while driving, I could tell something was wrong just by the tone of her voice. I wasn't sure what and I wasn't sure if I should ask or just let it go.

Regardless of how I feel, I still have a job to do and I didn't want to intrude.

She was asking a lot of questions about my personal life. I never really brought it up and she never asked before now. There wasn't much to tell her honestly, my life was my work.

"I don't know if I'd be able to do that. Worrying about other people's lives rather then your own all the time."

I never thought of it like that.

"Don't worry about me," I told her. "I have everything under control."

"I don't know about that." She muttered the statement under her breath, I wasn't suppose to hear it, but I did.

Not much else was said on the ride back to their house. I couldn't help but think of what could be the problem. I never had any incidents at work. Did she know how I was feeling? I wouldn't say I was paranoid because I have more self control then most people, but all it takes is her thinking I crossed the line somewhere and I was done for.

As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed her fiancee, Salvatorre was standing out on the steps of the front door. His arms crossed over his chest and his face filled with rage. He had his men on either side of him, but they were posted there at all times, it was nothing new.

But just by the look on his face, I knew something was going to happen.

I pulled up to the front steps and shut the engine off. "I'll get your door." I told Amanda as I stepped out of the car and walked around to open her door.

I kept my eyes on Salvatorre as I rounded the car and popped open the door. No sooner then Amanda having one foot on the pavement, Salvatorre was storming down the steps. The two men posted at the door walked down the steps but came no closer.

I shut Amanda's door and she gave me a quick glance and shook her head no, as I was taking a few steps back.

"YOU FUCKIN' CUNT! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" His eyes filled with hate, his voice filled with rage, he stormed towards her with his hand pulled back about to backhand Amanda.

Without hesitation or thinking, as he swung I grabbed his arm and wrenched it back, then forcefully throwing an open palm strike to his face. He fell to the ground immdiately, blood pouring from his nose.

Amanda let out a scream and not even three seconds later, Salvatorre's men had me on the ground and subdued.

I didn't put up a fight.

I wasn't sure if Amanda was crying because I just killed her fiancee or because she was scared and didn't know what to do. At the time, I had other things to worry about as Salvatorre's men put plastic restrainers on my wrists and pulled me to my feet.

What was less then a minute, seemed like an eternity. As soon as Salvatorre hit the ground, the two men were charging at me, one saying something, obviously calling for more men.

One men stayed with Salvatorre while the other led me into the house. Amanda was still at the car crying harder then I've ever seen anyone cry.

As I turned to take one last look at what I had done, I noticed a black car pulling in from the far side of the estate. I then glanced at Amanda.

I thought this was going to be the last time I'd ever see her.

I had no one idea who was coming down the driveway, but I know I was probably finished in this business. I didn't know much about Salvatorre, I didn't know what family he worked for, how powerful he was.

If he was a made man, I'd be dead in a few minutes.

I was prepared to take whatever was coming to me though. I'm no hero. I broke the rules, I had to be punished.

I was led into the office in the back of the house and seated in a chair in the corner of the room. The guard who brought me here didn't say a word to me. He just stood in the opposite corner of me.

What was maybe minutes felt like hours.

The finally the door swung open, almost hitting me.

I couldn't have been more reliefed when in walked Mr. Scavello and Johnny. I hadn't seen either man in person in months, and I couldn't have been more happy.

"Him?" Mr. Scavello asked the guard, who just nodded in response.

Johnny paced around the room, not looking me in the eye, his face beat red. Scavello was calm, cool and collected as per usual.

"What were you doing with Ms. Nappa, Vincent?" Scavello didn't even look at me, as he walked towards the desk in the room.

I was confused by the question.

"Well?"

I wasn't sure what the right answer was or what I should have been telling him.

"They were my orders." Johnny finally shot a look at me as the words escaped my lips.

"Is that so? Who gave you these orders, Vincent?" Scavello turned towards me, I could tell by the look on his face, he had no idea this is what I've been doing for the passed few months.

"Mr. Nappa. I was informed that I was reassigned to protecting his daughter."

The truth shall set you free.

I hope.

"Is that so?" Scavello's gaze finally left me, as he turned to the window. "And who informed you of this?"

"A few months back, at a job. Mr. Nappa informed me I would be watching his daughter after he left a restaurant. The next morning I received a phone call from Johnny saying I would be taking orders from Mr. Nappa for the next few months."

Johnny tried leaving the room as I finished my statement, "Oh, don't go Johnathan. I'm not finished with you." He stopped in his tracks and the guard at the door stepped in front of him. "Vincent, do you know Johnathan's last name?"

Scavello turned towards me again and I shook my head.

"Nappa."

It was all coming clear to me.

"Do you know Salvatorre's last name?"

I shook my head again.

"Poncomo."

I had a blank look on my face, Scavello knew I didn't have a clue.

"A few months ago, myself and Salvatorre's father had a bit of a.. Falling out, I guess you could call it." He paused for a moment, glancing at Johnny, then back at me. "So it seems as if Mr. Nappa and Joanathan here decided it would be wise for my best man to be watching over Amanda. Johnny's Sister, if you haven't figured that out on your own. Rather then having him fulfill the details you were supposed to be doing." Scavello walked out from behind the desk and approached Johnny.

"So tell me, Johnathan. Who has been taking care of Mr. Kane's tasks while he was on your little side mission?"

Johnny looked around, his face still red, his voice cracked a bit as he spoke. "I hired someone else."

"I see." Scavello turned away, now pacing around the room.

"Until the tragic events of today. Myself and Mr. Poncomo almost had our problems resolved. This little incident obviously throws a wrench into all of that. Quite frankly, I'm not too sure how to proceed with this. You are lucky that Thomas," Scavello motioned at the guard, "works for me. But that doesn't solve all of the problems. Mr. Poncomo is going to be looking for revenge." Scavello paused.

"Someone's going to have to die."

And obviously, that someone wasn't me.