Perfectly wrong / Ace De Luca

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"Stronza! Slegami adesso! Come osi farmi questo!" (You bitch, untie me now, how dare you do this to me)

"NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHERE MY FUCKING FAMILY IS! YOU SEE MY GUN AND TRUST ME, I'M NOT AFRAID TO SHOOT "

"Ti dirò dov'è, finché se mi lasci andare"
(I will tell you where he is if you let me go)

"Go on..."

"Egli lui é in italia, ci sono informazioni su di lui nel mio ufficio, per favore,  lasciatemi andare Arabella lo so che mon sono stata la madre migliore Ma per favore" (he is in Italy, there is information about him in my office, please let me go, Arabella I know I was not the best mother but please)

"I NEVER THOUGHT MY OWN MOTHER TO BE SO STUPID, DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M JUST GOING TO LET YOU GO AFTER YOU'VE KEPT THIS FROM ME FOR SO LONG? AFTER YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH TORTURE, PUSHING MY BODY TO THE LIMIT, MAKING ME SWING MY BODY ROUND ON A STAGE WITH BASICALLY NOTHING ON, PERVY OLD MEN WATCHING ME! PUT ME THROUGH WHAT A CHILD SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO GO THROUGH, NO WAY AM I LETTING YOU GET AWAY FROM THIS, I'VE HAD TO PUT UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT FOR THE LAST 18 YEARS OF MY LIFE AND I'M NOT UP FOR ANYMORE OF IT, SO GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE!" And as my rant came to an end, I shot a bullet right through her skull...satisfying.

Now, you may be wondering: What the fuck was that? Well that ladies and gentlemen, was my way of putting a stop the all the hell in my life. My bitch of a mother has told be from a young age that my father was dead, that he died a few days after I was born. But because she is such a self centred dick-wad, she only managed to tell me earlier today, THAT HE IS STILL ALIVE! like what kind of mother would keep that secret from their child? My mother, that's your answer.

During my rant, you heard me talk a lot about all the shit she's put my through, pushing my body to the max and stuff like that. What I mean by that, is that she, and her little trainer friends, have taught me hardcore self defence since the age of 7. Self defence that started off as something I would need, but now it's to the point where's she's made me a killer.

She is the only person I've killed intentionally, others were at my shoot offs. Yes I did those things where your back to back, come forward a couple of steps, you hear the klaxon, then you both shoot. It made me feel like a total bad bitch winning every single one, but then I would feel psychotic, because I would love the feeling of killing them, and it's weird to like that right?

The only reason I won all of them was because of my training, they taught me how to never miss, how to throw knives and for them to always be on target, how to get my way out of gunpoint, they taught my how to box, therefore my punches are fucking wham, they even trained my brain to reject all drugs. So let's just say if any harm comes my way on my adventures, I think I'll be just fine.

I'm gonna take you back to present day with the situation I'm in, I'm stood in the doorway of my man cave... alright fine my bedroom, with my dead mother tied up in a chair with a bullet through her skull. A wave of proudness soured through me as I looked at what I had done, I had killed the person who had put me through so much misery, the person who in reality didn't give a shit about me.

Killing her was the easy bit, I've learnt to keep my emotions locked away, there was no need to have sympathy for someone who is so cruel. Now the hard bit, cleaning her up, I was thinking about just leaving her here for someone to find, but it would be to obvious that I killed her. My mind resorted to the next best thing, Antonio.

Antonio is the son of my mother's best friend, I actually hate him with my whole heart but I don't know anyone else who would be willing to clean up a dead body, I am certainly not up for that, and he's the only person I speak to outside of the family. If the slim chance that he doesn't do it happens, then I'll have to do it myself, but I'm for sure not losing the opportunity to have him do it.