(3rd pov)
Zamira was concerned about all the recent attacks happening in Italy, she has been making all kind of theories in her head yet they just don't add up. She regretted her decision of sending that child over there alone, she thought of a million things yet she couldn't link them at all. Everything was so... questionable?...
"What are you thinking?" Damian asked her.
She looked at him and rested her hand on her chin. Take a minute or two to reply, thinking what to say and how to beautify it then she opened her mouth to speak.
"I don't know..." That was how her head was going on lately.
Meanwhile the people behind all those killings and evil doings were watching how everything is going, keeping an eye at Zamira on their screen, everything she said and did inside there was heard and known by other eyes and ears as well. That's how they always were a step ahead and she wasn't.
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(3rd pov)
Alice and Aless were worried about how things were running in their date. They hadn't received any death threat yet which meant they were okay for the time being but they couldn't help and hide for a little while till everything was surely okay.
Which... by the time Leonardo catches on... it won't be okay... but for now... it is... maybe. They had put three blankets over their heads and were trembling like chickens waiting for their egg to crackle, in their case for their phone to buzz.
Fussing over what may happen they hadn't realized the time passing by and were enjoying each other's company instead for their 'last minutes' like Alice said.
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(Selena's pov)
"We'll what?!" I screamed out loud.
That guy must be crazy asking us to come and sing up in stage and what song?! A LOVE SONG!! Me and who?! LEONARDO FUCKING HERNANDEZ. More like sing a kill song and kill each other would be better.
How do they even think of us that way?! What did we do to show we are a 'lovey-dovey' couple? People scare me. Also why did he speak english? Is he a spy? Everyone speaks italian yet he spoke english? How did he knew I don't understand Italian?! Huh?! Motherfucking spy.
"I have a bad feeling about this." I whisper at Leonardo's ear.
"I on the other hand have a good idea." He shows slightly his gun wrapped in a belt on his waist and I cover it with his jacket before anyone could see anything.
"Have you gone crazy?! Why do you carry a gun with you?!" Act like you don't know who he is. Coming to that he still hasn't told me his a mafia.
"Why?! Its such a good idea!!" He whines in my ear.
I could hear him breathing down my neck as he talked but I wasn't affected cause I was already dying by all those people watching us. We were literally the spot light and we were ear talking to each other.
"Should we do another thing?" I suggest.
"Anything. Just get us out of here." He responds using a sharp tone and breathing hard on my neck.
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Mscopffia
Romance"Sel. . ." He breaths out moving his own to touch my hand. "Leon. . ." I say and our hands linked. This is the end, we both close our eyes tired of this whole war, leaning on each other's touch, not letting go. Everything else fades as well. I see n...
