SCENE:MANCINI TELLS LACEY ABOUT THE ADOPTION
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Victor's swollen fingers grabbed his glock. He charged toward Lacy, clutching the disc in one palm while grabbing the back of her lose pony tail with the other. Catching up to her just before she wedged her body between the cars, shoving her with the full force of his weight and speed; Lacy fell face first onto the scorching black top road.
The pain from her scraped knees, gaping open wound somewhere on her face and twisted knee god, don't let the cartilage be torn were all that kept her from bolting up and trying to outrun him again. Before she could get to her feet, Victor yanked her up by the collar of her bloody and sweat soaked shirt with his free hand, dragging her to the white van waiting with its side door open.
She didn't recognize the driver, but her heart began vibrating when she made out Lee Benoit in the back seat, I always knew he was the Anti-Christ, she hoped they couldn't see the tremble in her jaw when she finally spoke.
"I'm not a threat to you." Her teeth chattering.
" I like to eliminate nuisances." Mancini said.
"I really...just let me go...you know I can't hurt you."
"Probably not, still the same, you robbed me of the pleasure of hurting you," clasping his hands together , first as if praying then flipping his hands over exposing his palms and extending his elbows to a locked position he cracked his knuckles. Lacy had seen this before , fear took over. She wondered were he put the gun.
" May not get my pleasure , my way-still, gotta have some insurance, babe."
"Like what?" her mind thinking concentrating on staying alive long enough to get to uncle Tony.
" Your kid."
" My children. No fucking way you god damned freak of nature."
"Too late, toots."
" Bull shit, you know if you hurt my kids, Tony will stick a garden hose up your prick and use it as as a catheter."
" Not kids, plural, just the little boy."
" Don't you fucking dare hurt my son, I'll--"
“ Do nothing" he mocked " Ain't gonna hurt that precious toe headed boy, but he's not your son. Not no more not until?
"Until what? What have you done, Vic?"
“ Not me, the Judge. As of um” looking at his watch , enjoying his delayed infliction of terror , "As of noon today he ain't' your kid."
Shifting to get lose from Benoit who had her hands pinned behind her back, she realized it was futile. She was no match for his strength, certainly not with her head throbbing from the fall . Licking her lips she tasted the metallic stench of blood, but didn't know exactly where it was coming from or how severely she was hurt.
"What the hell have you done?" No longer able to fight back the tears, they coiled down resting on her upper lip. The salty mixture of blood and her own perspiration were burning the open wounds on her face.
“Calm down, wouldn't want you to have one of those attacks, what you call them, anxiety? Cuz I don't have,” his eyes veering toward Benoit, "yo, you didn't happen to get the ladies anti panic meds or that inhaler she needs to breathe did ya? " Not waiting for a response, He cooed.
" Aw, what a shame, well can't think of everything. Not when the bitch runs with that disc."
"Victor, where is my little boy?" she pleaded.
" The Judge took him away."
" Who? What Judge? Why? Fuck, I know what Judge, you dirty bastard, but why?"
"All perfectly legal, Ms. Law-n-Order. See , I did a little investigating, cuz, well that's my job, right? Turns out the adoption is invalid and well seeing as how its so important to you that we not do favors for friends and all; I did what I did. I know how you appreciate me not cutting corners. That is how you put it right?"
" Bull Fucking Shit. My Husband and Pernici handled that adoption and they don't make mistakes."
" Oh, no I'm sure they don't. Two of the best lawyers in town. Wasn't their fuck up, was hers."
"Who's her?”
"Seems the birth mother falsified the name of the baby daddy," he continued mocking her "yep, she listed a phoney dad's name. So now we start all over at ground zero-- that is—unless."
"If what and who's we?"
"If you cooperate and then there's the matter of notifying the real birth father."
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