"Because you seem to be so much more of a mafia boss than I am." I roll my eyes, snarling sarcastically. "No, Capulet. I want you to ruin my father's business. And your father's business. I want you to start over, revolutionize Verona's capitol crime. I'm tired of watching our fathers lord over Verona."
Nope, nope, nopety—–wait. I raise my eyebrows, considering. "An interesting proposal. Why don't you just do it yourself? Kill your father and make yourself feared?"
"I'm not asking you to kill anyone. I'm asking you to end this mortal lion dance between our families, and brind down Italy's overall crime rate while you're at it."
"Simple, really." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "I don't want to be feared. I am feared. I'm a freaking symbol for the teenager's chained angels, so no. I want to be free."
I mull over this slowly, very glad that she didn't know the rest of the reason for my escape. "Hmm… you know what…. sure." I hold a hand up. "But we have to take a blood oath first."
"Deal." I crack a half smile. I pull a dagger out of my boot and unsheath it, then hold it out to her.
I take hold of it incredulously. "You trust me to do it?"
"I told you already, little Capulet. I don't have anything to lose."
"We do this the Montague way. Here's my hand." I hold out my palm.
"Then don't call me little. We're the same age.", I say, slicing my palm open and doing the same to hers. We grip each others hands for a full ten seconds.
I clutch our hands together. "This blood oath signifies my trust in your abilities, Adeleaide Capulet. Let there be no blood lost between us but this. God have mercy on our enemies, because from here on out, we won't." After saying my families oath, I let go of her hand. "There." I tear off a piece of my shirt and wrap it around my cut. "Now break that promise, and I'll break your neck. Got it?"
"Understood, accepted, and returned.", I say, taking a bandage from my bag.
On the outside, I'm victorious and stone. But on the inside, I'm freaking out. I'd just made a blond bond with a Capulet sister. I knew I hadn't killed, but she had. And she would. She would kill to save herself, she'd kill to keep a blood oath, and she'd kill to die. The point was, I knew she was ruthless. I wasn't. I'd help her dig skeletons up out of my father's closet, and I'd to it to ruin him, but after that I was gone. For fuck's sake I didn't even know exactly where I was.
I offer the girl a bandage. "A strip of cloth will attract more attention. Subtlety is key if you want to survive."
I smile a crooked smile. "I don't want to survive." I refuse the bandage, and then fix my hair. "So, Adelaide. Where to now?"
"Before we actually go anywhere, we need alibi and a backstory. I'm Samantha Kaine from London vacationing in Italy.", I say, slipping into a Brittish accent.
"I'm Cheyenne Denali, from Rome. I came for a fresh start, and I'm looking for work. We're here together because you needed an Italian to show you around and speak the language, and that's how I'm making my money for now."
Unfortunately, I think morbidly, Lying comes easy.
I nod. "And we met through my second cousin, who's Australian boyfriend knows you because you showed him around when he first moved." I flash her a grin. "You're a good liar. That'll work well for the both of us."
I nod. "Here's my phone number. Sell it on Ebay, and I will kill you." I hand her a slip of paper. "I'm going to go get a hotel room, and you can handle the food without poisoning it?"
It was getting to be dark now, and Italy's dark sky was blushing pink with the sunset. My father used to say that it turned red because of our family's colors, but now I know it wasn't our colors. It was the blood we spilled. I sigh, and look up. "I have to get clothes, too."
"Sure.", I say, taking the paper. I put just enough of a cheeky lilt to my voice, making it sound more sarcastic, like I'm lying. In some situations, intimidation is key. "I'll call you when I've got food. Pizza, Pasta, soup, or salad?", I ask.
"Pizza. I'll shoot you a text when I've got the room. Don't wait up." I give her a lopsided grin then turn on my heel to walk down the brighter side of the street.
I slip out of the alleyway, donning my 'tourist disguise', a pair of sunglasses and a floppy straw hat. After strolling amiably down the quaint, cobbled lane, I find a small but well kept cream-toned building with painted red font saying: Sempre – Pizza, pasta, and gelato. Five minutes later, I'm walking out with a two takeout boxes in my hand. I stop to collect my thoughts. Can I really trust Oakley? She's a Montague, but, then again, I hate the Capulets,
Addison walked quickly down the sidewalk. She had to get away, find somewhere to hide. "HEY!!! Stop that girl!!!" A man shouted. A man no doubt of Montuage blood. Of course. She began running, and crashed into the girl who had said she was Samantha once again.