"He fucking gave you the bill. Who in their right fucking mind asks the lady to pay?"
"Kill him Mio caro, I dare you."
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Francesca Dimichi has only three mottos in life:
1) always carry more than one weapon.
2) don't get blood on the heels
3) f...
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"She's unhinged... an absolute psychopath. I'd be damned if I ever saw that falter."
"And what happens when she meets her match?" The younger man asked, watching video footage of the Italian nut case cleaning a blood coated blade, only feet away from a freshly deceased male. "Someone who could tame her?"
The Portuguese man bellowed an unbelievable chuckle, his mind truly not comprehending the ridiculous question that left his nephew's lips.
Graciously plucking the almost burnt Cuban cigar from his old, chapped lips, he picked up his final vodka shot and downed it.
"Don't be absurd son," he laughed once again, licking the remaniants of the spirit from the corners of his lips. "A woman of that kind... unmatchable. Absolutely matchless. She'd manipulate a man into carving his own flesh and blood before she felt any glint of a feeling of adoration or weakness."
"You think?"
"I know son, I just know."
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