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They say sleeping is supposed to be peaceful, yet every time I sleep it's like I'm giving people the green flag to fucking bother me. The loud noise went off again and this time I took my red handle gun and my knife in the other.
"Get up Marco." I shook his shower which at the moment was on my stomach and his head on the soft sheet.
"Fuck you." He grunted out as he got up and took his gun from behind his pillow.
"Yeah after bitch, there someone here."
I'm a soft motion he was up like a light and smirk as he walked out the room. This bitch is the fucking grim Reaper, I had barely seen him move and in a second he has put the door.
"Дерьмо! Его не кто-нибудь его итальянский" I could hear a loud grunt and then a cry from a deep voice. (Shit! He, not anyone his Italian)
I'm a second I got up and opened the door only to see two men in the room one on his knees with blood on his chest while the other was on the floor getting punched by him.
In that very movement, he lifted his eyes onto me, once Galantí had noticed he drag him in front of me.
"Why are you here?" I set my kneecap on the floor while I observe him, I wasn't called Phoenix for being fast but for letting them die slowly, and at this moment I wanted information.
"Bitch." His accent was strong and yet I smiled.
"I've been called worse thank you for the compliment" I stood up once again and start to shoot him in the face making blood appear on my body.
I turned around to see Marco back on the wall as he studied me. He seems confected and confused and then I understood, he made never seem me to be cruel and not by talking but by being quiet and slowly letting them understand they were done for. He had never seen my work.
With a smirk on his face, his eyes locked with mine. "Blood is you're color Bambina ." He gets up and walks toward me putting his gun on the side of my head and shooting the other Russian behind me. The one that was supposed to stay on the floor was dead.
"Don't be getting ideas now idiot " Then I made my way outside into the balcony to call someone to clean up or "mess"
A few minutes later I was under a hot water head as I clean the blood and Russian off me. Fucking bitches they probably don't even know what respect was.
