Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"Where will you go now?" Damon asked Candy.
"I don't know," she laughed, and then she wiped a tear. "Maybe go to Naples to my zia?"
"I'd want to say sorry but," Ivaan shrugged. "You don't deserve that trash."
"Idina is lucky," Candy snickered. Jealousy was a bitch, and it was really torturing Candy at the moment. "I hope your baby has a happy life and dies of cancer at the age of ninety."
"Thank you?" Ivaan frowned.
Candy stared at him for a little longer, long enough to make Ivaan uncomfortable, before looking away and to Damon. "Camila was ugly anyways, she looked like Mrs. Puff after being on the desert for far too long."
"Thanks," Damon laughed.
"I'm glad you made up with your family," she told him. "But, anyways, good bye boys, and make sure you kill him dead."
Ivaan and Damon waved her goodbye as she entered the train station. Ivaan took his keys from his pockets, unlocked the 'Rari, and the Adinovs entered the red luxurious car in perfect synchronization.
"He's on his way to the Basilica di Santa Maria Maggiore," Damon said checking his iPhone. "He's so unaware," he laughed.
"Good," and the car sped up so fast and yet so smoothly Damon could only tell because, outside his window, he couldn't see anything but blurs of colors and shapes.
"Should I call the girls now? It's not dangerous, we almost got him," Damon offered.
"Not yet," Ivaan shook his head, never taking his eyes off the road. He gently swerved the steering wheel. "He could still be tracking calls, like us."
"True."
"You know," Ivaan smacked his lips, "if you make it alive, I could tell Amé good thing about you."
Damon turned to look at him. "What are you talking about?"
"You don't remember?" He laughed. "You confessed your love to me." He quickly took a glance at his shocked face. "So if you live, I'll repay you with a good word to Amé."
"Because she loves you so much," Damon sarcastically said. He didn't want to admit it– actually, he was ashamed to admit, he was grateful.
"True," he laughed. "But you also got Idina on your good side. That's all that's kept you alive so far, so I'd say your luck is pretty good."
He used the blinkers to signal his turn to the right, but Damon still had to hold the side of his seat. Why Ivaan was a fast driver in a country with such busy, disastrous traffic, Damon couldn't understand.
