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"You wouldn't shoot me."
"And why is that? Because I'm a woman?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, my finger press the trigger and the bullet flew out of the guns head. It hit him in the s...
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With each bump of my fist on the surface of the punching bag, I felt a dull pain in the ribs. But that didn't stop me.
I'm useless. I can barely run. Weeks on the bed didn't help my fitness. The ribs heal more and more every day. At least Samuel told me that. Do I trust him? I should.
I am not able to take care of myself. Someone can attack me calmly here and I would be dead in a minute. This may happen later in the evening. Lydia and I agreed to go together.
I'm not saying the celebration is a good idea now, but maybe we'll benefit from a little relaxation. Even though there is a good chance that someone will kill us there.
I don't really care though. I'm going there at all costs. I spent six hours locked up in a store with Lydia. Apart from her complaints about Leo and a million dresses, it was awful. The only thing I could think of was Francesco and Rose.
I can't forget that. I thought I'd shoot her there. No one wanted to stop me. Except for Francesco. I don't know how it happened. I shouldn't have hesitated and should have killed her right away. We didn't get anything from her anyway. She's useless to us.
"Shit," I said almost breathlessly as I raised my hand too far in front of me and missed the bag. With that movement, I stretched a little more than I should have and the rib reminded me. I sniffed where it hurt and checked how badly I had damaged it.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I was fine. Everything is okay. With another deep breath, I took up position and continued what I was doing.
I froze when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. "Loosen your hips." He said in a voice that made chills all over my body. He rubbed his lips against my ear, and I could feel his breath on my skin. "You'll get hurt otherwise." He whispered.
My hands dropped beside my body, and I began to turn slowly. With his hands still on my hips, I met his piercing gaze.
"What are you doing here?"
"I should ask the same thing. You should rest."
"I won't help anyone if I sit on my ass all day."
"And if you hurt yourself even more, will that help?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I just had a hard time breathing I need it." I pointed for myself. "It relieves frustration." Especially the sexual one.
"I don't think you should go there today. It's a bad idea." He said nothing.
"What do you mean?" I frowned. "Do you have any idea how long I've been choosing a dress?" I tried to take a few steps back, but he wouldn't let me go. He held me tight.
"So it's not really about my birthday, it's about your dress. I should feel offended, don't you think?" He said with a smaller smile.
"You enjoy it too much." I rolled my eyes. "Now." I shifted from foot to foot. "Let me go so I can go start preparing."
