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13 • We should talk

"I'm not going to lie, it will be incredibly hard to get out of this in court. You could report yourself to the police, in hopes of a mild sentence. You could also try to fight, but prison will be in it either way, I'm afraid. Another problem would be your dear husband, who seems to be quite ruthless actually. You would have to be part of the witness protection program to safe your life, but nevertheless you'd have to deal with the shitshow of the FBI, CIA and DEA, if they're out to get Luigi," Gina thinks out loud, making it quite worse, actually.

"I'll have to think about it. Gina. My brain isn't functioning right now..."

"Okay, I get that. Just stay lowkey until we- you, decide anything."

"I will," I answer, nodding slightly.

She sighs. "Let's look through the paperwork again. It was late yesterday, maybe I've missed something."

"Okay, but I need a cigarette first."

•••••

If all those options told me anything, it's that I'll be fucked one way or another. There is no ideal choice. Not one I would have chosen just a few days ago. None of it would have spoken to me, simply because they all involved confrontation with the law.

To me it's unimaginable how a person can go from being a good citizen who's never even gotten a ticket, to being the accomplice of a mafia boss.

I would have laughed, if someone had told me there was a possibility to go to prison any time soon.

Gina is gone now and it's better this way. By now I finally have an idea how to get out of this. It involves a few tactics I've learned from the very best; my husband.

I may have been the victim of them for all those years, but that didn't stop me from acknowledging the strategy behind it, and most importantly- learning from it.

So I've decided it's time for me to use said knowledge against him.

I stare at the document in my hand, a smile forming on my lips.

Without thinking any further I get out of my seat, take the papers with me and walk towards the stairs. I hurry to my bedside table, then open the drawer to reach for my gun.

•••••

I'm driving as quickly as possible, rushing towards my destination. With the weapon on the passenger seat, you could almost get the idea I'm on my way to kill somebody.

I'm parking right in front of Avan's home. I get out of my car and don't waste any doubts or energy before pressing down onto the button with his last name on it, activating the bell.