Wild One

Niccolo

I walk the lonely streets of Detroit. I kick cracked pieces of asphalt, feeling just as battered.

My Dena. My baby.

Gone.

The night sky is brightened by the moon. These are mean streets, but it seems there's just enough light to chase the monsters back under the bed.

Well, all but one.

I came here for trouble. But it looks like I might have to cause some myself.

"L-Leave me alone!"

"C'mon pretty baby. Don't be shy."

"I think you’re mixing shyness and disgust."

A smirk tugs at the left side of my mouth. Not exactly what I was looking for, but I'll take it.

"Playing hard to get?"

"Not playing. I am hard to get. And I'm even harder to take. So keep moving."

Oooh, my damsel seems a little feisty. How...utterly interesting.

"Someone's feisty."

She stamps her feet childishly.

"What is it with guys and feisty? Does this look feisty to you?"

She pulls out pepper spray. Aw...that’s adorable. But it’s not going to be enough to stop a man of size.

.

"Go ahead, try it." He smirks.

Now, do I sit back and watch the show, or do I...help.

Helping isn't really the Vitale Famiglia style, but perhaps I could make an exception. If she amuses me.

"Y-Y'know what? No. You seem too enthusiastic, and frankly, it's a bit disconcerting."

I come around the corner, get eyes on the situation. I could take him down easily. But what to do with her?

If I take him out, she comes with me. I don't need that burden. A memory barges past the wall in my mind.

"Thanks, for helping me."

I close my eyes. There she is, dancing behind my eyelids, her sweet smile.

"It is my pleasure, signorina."

Not now!

"Scared?" His question brings me back to the present.

"Well, I'll put it this way,” She starts hesitantly, “You are to rapist as...rose is to flower."

I chuckle lowly.

"What?" Is his baffled response.

"SATS. Pain in the *ss I tell ya. Well, nice chat but I must be going byeeee!"

Is this fool really trying to run?

Ma, per certo.

She runs, her head turned back. When the man catches sight of me, he runs away.

I let her keep going. She bumps right into me. I wonder...can she tell?

Who's more dangerous? Him?

Or me?

Manon

I ran into another man, clad in a suit. My pursuer turns around at the sight of me in his arms. A big scary man, running from another big scary man. Great. Just great.

Come on Manon.

"U-Uh...thanks but I gotta—"

"Stay," His deep purring voice compelled me."How old are you?"

"Um...18?"

The man looked over my body. I'm not exactly curvy. I'm more flat than anything. But the way he was staring at me you'd think I was fuckin Jessica Rabbit.