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PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:48 pm 
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As Matthew gazes at the menu that was handed to them, Mercede stares at his profile and smiles inwardly. Her flesh still tingling from his lips and caresses, she leans closer to his ear and whispers softly.

“You’re an incredible man Mr. Lucciano. Today…was one of the most pleasurable days of my life and…your lovemaking was completely mind blowing. I have never been with a man and…Im glad that you were the…”

Mercede moves quickly away from his ear as a waitress approaches the two, with a pad of paper and pencil in her hand. Matthew looks up from the menu and orders an Island dish containing seafood, along with salads for the two, before handing the menu back to her. Mercede feels his hand cover hers, she smiles softly and leans into him, kissing his cheek lightly. There were many questions she wanted to ask Matthew about his present day life in New York, but she knew not to delve to deeply into his life as of yet. The two had just recently met and she knew he would respond with questions of his own about her life. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her answers, her orders to family members to carry out deaths, conspiracy to murder and now…torture. Born into a crime family as Matthew had, she knew he must be involved with one of the many New York crime family’s in one way or another. One never leaves that life, once in, you stayed in, until your lifeless body is put into a hole and covered with earth, carrying many secrets with you. Mercede shakes the thoughts from her head as the waitress nears the table, placing their late night dinner before them. As the two talk of their lives in Sicily, Mercede notices the gaze on Matthews face as he reminisces of their homeland, a look of admiration and pride, love for his native land. Once the two had finished their deliciously prepared island meal they are asked if dessert is wanted. Matthew shakes his head, but orders the two an after dinner drink of Brandy, which the two carry out onto the terrace. As the two look out onto the calm sea, moonlight shining down upon it, enjoying the tranquility of the night, a feeling of dread washes over her. She knew Matthew would probably be leaving the Island soon, which saddens her deeply. She wanted to know more about this incredible man standing beside her, his likes, his dreams and yes…to feel his lips upon her once again. She moves closer to him and feels his hand on the small of her back. She brings the snifter of Brandy to her lips and swallows some of the dark liquid. Without looking at him, her eyes fix on a fishing vessel that probably had been hired out by a vacationer, to enjoy a night of fishing for Mahi Mahi, Wahoo or one of the many varieties of fish that inhabited the surrounding island sea. Breaking the stillness she speaks softly.

“How long are you going to be on the Island?”

She turns her head to look up into his face.


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Jamaican sun, how it will catch up and burn those in its reaches. Although the glowing orb lay millions of miles away, it still effectively lay harm to those in its wake. The locals took advantage of this, along with visitors, and got a nice tan added to their pale skin. Fun activies filled the day, mainly swimming and sailing along the beaches, sometimes surfing. But the real action in Jamaica occurred when the sun fell behind the clouds and the sky darkened, turning day into night. More fun, more drinks, for what would any tropical place be without alcohol?

And yet a man stood apart from these fun loving individuals, who formed a crowd of their own, going to the place with the biggest action. He stood apart not only due to his age, but rather his business and talents. His past, too, played an effective role in his business in these parts. The loose fitted shirts, the bikinis, they were an average thing to wear in Jamaica. However, this new comer wore a dark suit, completed with large sunglasses and a black fedora. On colder visits to colder areas, he could be seen wearing a long trenchcoat, brown although his favorite color was black. For his attire, Zack stood out in a crowd, something he was trying to avoid doing.

But he didn't care, because his business was murder. To kill for money because he could serve no one any other purpose in life. He was a lonely man, cast out from society. Sure, he once loved, but the passionate words had turned into strong words of hate. One thing had led to another, cheating and lies, and Zack had been reborn. He was no longer a devout Catholic he had once been, but rather a murderer in the night, the gunshot everyone heard 'round the corner. A hitman, extortionist of lives, the grim reaper. There were so few that fit into his category, he could kill consecutively and not give a second thought about it. And now the murderer was in Jamaica.

The yellow taxi cab arrived in front of the seaside hotel, and he passed the currency over the seat and exited. Shutting the door behind him, Zack moved about the crowd in front and found himself a wonderfully lit up lobby, all the lights and colors which he ignored. Drawing what few bills he had in his pocket, Zack booked a room under the name of 'John Smith', he then passed up the drinks at the bar and the aromas of hot food. Walked outside into the warm air, removing his fedora and revealing a full head of black hair, which he promptly combed back as he approached the sea, wading into it until the water was at his knees. And he stood there, watching as the moon became increasingly bright in the night. Fedora in his hands near his torso, Zack paid attention to nothing else but the darkness of the evening.

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Matty looked out over water, the cool night air blowing gently across his face as he stood with Mercede on the balcony, enjoying one of several drinks after dinner. The moon hung in the sky, the white orb radiating a peaceful atmosphere throughout the night, representative of their location. Mercede stood by his side, the two of them remaining quiet for a short time before the peace was broken by Mercede's question.

"I'm not too sure how long I'm staying actually, chances are I'll get called away on business pretty soon."

Matthew knew this was the answer she did not want to hear when she asked the question, though it had to be the one she expected. The silence resumed as Matty sipped his drink and Mercede took in his response, lasting only a short while before it was interrupted once more, this time by Matty's phone. Matty's head dropped, his eyes focusing on the number displayed on the illuminated screen, causing his spirits to drop with his head....it was the boss.

"Yeah? What do mean? I couldn't have been told about a merger earlier....oh god damn it....no no, cut's my vacation a bit short, but it's still good news....yeah, I'll be back in New York tomorrow..."

After hanging up, Matty looked back to Mercede, who was already staring at him, obviously unhappy about the news he had to leave, though she probably gathered the reason why from what he said on the phone.

"I'm really sorry, but I gotta leave tonight actually, on the next flight out. I have a....business matter to tend to back in New York."

Leaning over, he kissed her softly on the lips, possibly the last time their lips would meet before stealing away into the night, heading to his room, where he threw any loose articles into his suitcase, including his once more disassembled weapon. Taking his things, he left the Inn, calling a cab to take him to the airport.

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Suicide.

That was the only thought flashing through man's mind as he stared at the moonlit sky. He was living for nothing, truly nothing at all. If he were to pull a gun and put it to his head and end his life, the only proof thathe was who what others claimed him to be was the initials carved into his right bicep. And even then, the two letters were hardly anything to identify a body as to who it was to. He once had thoughts of a grand funeral, with people all around him. But that was lost years ago, along with his true identity and his purpose in life. Zack was headed to hell, there was no way around it. And the only thing he was doing on earth was taking up oxygen in the atmosphere, but rather than commit suicide and leave his body for others to take the bother and clean it up, he would take himself out to sea and drown himself, let the body be disposed of naturally. When he would actually do that, he did not know.

Standing in the water for a number of minutes, his high price shoes and pants getting soaked in the salt water. Zack slowly stepped backwards, never taking his eyes off of the moon in the sky until he was on moist sand. Slowly, as if the moonw as the only thing in his life, he turned around and began walking solemnly back to the hotel. You're on your own now.

Passing through the jamaican crowds, not saying a word, not meeting a single eye. He put his fedora back on and passed throught he lobby, his black shoes squishing with the wet socks in his shoes, passing rudely by the people who were serving a purpose in life. He found himself in an area serving alcoholic drinks, settling into a chair at a table he ordered roudn after round of Red Stripe, the famed Jamaican beer. Getting the alcoholic buzz, he began thinking about his life.

Never had he asked for a favor, or asked to be helped out in anyway. He had been on his own, taking to the shadows and not fame. Never asked for any respect,but rather earned it through the way of gunshots and bullets. That was his life, that was who he was, and no one could ever get in the way of that.

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Mercede leans up next to a close by post and wraps her arms around the front of her as she feels the cool breeze blowing in from the sea. She isn’t sure how long she had been deep in thought when she feels a hand lightly touch her shoulder, jumping her slightly. She turns to see a waitress who’s smiling kindly at her and informs Mercede the closing of the restaurant. Mercede looks down at her watch and sees that a good amount of time had past since Matthews’s departure. She voices her apologizes to the kind woman, who is probably anxious to call it a day and moves towards the entrance of the restaurant, leaving the chilly terrace. On the way to her bedroom, Mercede stops at the desk and ask if she can leave a message for the owner of the Inn. After scribbling some information on a pad, she passes the folded paper to the tired looking clerk, bids her goodnight and walks to her room. After undressing, she slides between the soft warm sheets, reaches up to extinguish the light on the bed stand and tries to put her thoughts to rest.

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Mercede awakens to the early morning rays of Island sun shining upon the sheet that is partially covering her body. She sits up, pushes her unruly hair away from her face and climbs out of bed. As she adjust the water temperature in the shower she thinks about the meeting with the owner of the small Inn, her future plans and…the man she had made love with, first time making love, Matthew. She steps out of her underclothing and into the shower. Once finished, she dries off, tucks her damp hair up onto her head, fastening it with a hair clip and slides into a pair of shorts, tee shirt and sandals. Walking down the hall to the dining room, she passes a few patrons who, by the sound of their conversation, are going sailing for the day. She walks to the counter and orders a coffee and blueberry muffin to take with her on her early morning walk. After receiving her light breakfast she walks out of the Inn and down the path leading to the almost deserted beach, sipping the strong Jamaican beverage. As she walks the beach, the calls of sea birds can be heard as they swoop down into the calm blue sea, searching for their morning meal. Mercede spots a huge rock and climbs onto it, making herself comfortable, she bites into the huge blueberry filled muffin, savoring its fresh baked aroma. Her eyes wander up and down the beach, catching a glimpse of a few early morning beachcombers. She breaks off a piece of the muffin and tosses it to a group of seabirds fighting over what appears to be a crab. Its not long before the muffin in her hand had disappeared to the hungry screaming birds. Mercede sips her coffee as she looks out onto the blue waters watching an occasional sailboat pass by.

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Always with the alcohol, fighting a losing battle to overcome it. Zack had simply sat in the bar area until it was time to close, upon which that time he ordered two more Red Stripes and exited the Inn. It was early morning, as people were rousing from the parties they had had the night before. Drinking the foul liquid, he wandered down the beach and the sun broke through the clouds and shone into the beach. As if he wasn't already in enough pain, as each breath he took his brain expanded from the oxygen, bright light had to flash through into his eyes. He began to stumble, going through a flock of seabirds as he tipped to the side, tried to regain his balance, and fell onto the wet sand of the beach as the waves crashed upon the land, soaking his shoulders in the sea water. The Red Stripe flooded out of the bottle as Zack passed out on the shallow beach in the Jamaican morning.

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Mercede looks down at her watch and sees that time had passed her quickly. She had promised Lucan she would check in on his beachfront home while he was in Sicily. She climbs down off the slippery rocks and begins walking in the sand that’s already warmed by the morning sun. As she walks along the waters edge she passes beach goers already spreading colorfully handmade blankets out onto the sand, vendors opening up their small huts, filled with drinks, assorted quick foods and handmade trinkets. She soon passes the hut where Matthew had rented a sailboat and smiles at the elderly man as he raises his hand to wave. As Mercede walks in the fine sand, the small breeze brings the aroma of weed to her nostrils and she smiles as three young Jamaican men pass her by. It doesn’t take long before she starts seeing more and more summer homes and by the looks of some of them, their owners were undoubtedly well to do. She had never been to Lucan’s home but he had shown her pictures and given her a few details, making it easier for her to find.

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Entering the Inn, Mercede walks to the receptionist desk and ask if the manager is available for the meeting. Before she finishes the sentence, Mercede hears her name coming from behind her. She smiles as she looks up into an elderly gentlemen’s face, his hand reaching out to grasp hers. She takes the weathered hand in hers and the two introduce themselves. He nods towards the opened glass doors, leading to the veranda and the two make their way through the gathering dinner crowd. Mercede turns her head to the side and sees the elderly man stare out onto the beautiful sea with a faraway look set in his eyes. The man starts reminiscing about the Inn and the events leading up to the purchasing of the Inn by him and his wife. Every now and then he pauses briefly, only to gaze at the grounds and sea around him before speaking once again. She knew long before he finally looked at her, the Inn was not going to be sold now or probably ever, for that matter. As he spoke to her about the love he and his wife had for the Inn, the people and sea, she begins thinking about Sicily. The love of his motherland only makes Mercede think about Sicily and her love for it Mercede seeing the elderly gentlemen being slightly embarrassed about the change of heart, reassures him by kissing his cheek and letting him know, she understands completely, the withdrawal of selling the Inn. Once their talk ends Mercede walks to the desk and makes a call to the airlines and inquires about a flight to Sicily. She is informed a flight is leaving with a few empty seats within the hour. After rushing to her room and packing carelessly, she finally closes the door and walks out into the approaching night. Settling back into the seat, Mercede realizes one cannot run from problems, they must be dealt with. She looks out the window and catches one last glimpse of the blue Caribbean waters.

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