𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘

I

one of these days,
these boots are gonna
walk all over
you.

venice, italy

   it was a boiling hot day. the streets of the italian city of venice were filled by the endless packs of tourists

   venice was a real attraction during warm weather, - everything was bright, the stores of the tiny streets displayed masks, bedazzled with glitter and diamonds, adorned with feathers or painted in various joyful colours - even though it was appropriate hell-temperature

   at least, that is what livia avani-sabbado thought if you were to ask her. she grew up in the middle of the town. every new years eve was horrible, too many drunk people shouting. she never understood the point of cellabrating it - possibly from how lonely she truly was, but, she got used to it

   she hated the carnevale, too many people cramped together, walking down the streets in unison

   the waves of the tourists and locals walking around town, behind bright and dark masks and costumes took place in making this a bit of a worse case to take down her last target and flee the country

   livia learned english, german, spanish and a mixture of the scandinavian languages by the time she was twenty years old. her father taught her everything that she needed to know in order to protect her life, or the life of somebody else

   a waiter dressed in a white button up and black dress pants combined with black dress shoes waltzed over to the table liviana was sat at

   the small, stuffed restaurant was filled with people chattering in many different languages, laughing and enjoying their food. the man on the other side of the small circular table liviana shared with, had been talking to the waiter in fluent italian, as the waiter placed two plates of pasta bolognese, decorated with a basilico leaf

   livia made her eyes come to contact with giuliano pace, the dark, almost black haired man with dark brown eyes and a perfect nose who made her foolishly fall in love with him

   "alora, vuoi dirmi chi è il tuo obiettivo?" the raven man asked, as he picked up his knife, cut the longer pieces of pasta in a way where he continuously picked it up and placed it down on the table

   ("so, mind telling me who your target is?")

   "dovina" livia told him after placing a fork-full of spaghetti into her mouth, chewing it down. she twisted the silver fork into the plate of the loose pasta, trying to keep the black sunglasses on her head to stay in place and not fall into the plate

   ("guess")

   "puoi smettere di essere criptico, liv?" giuliano asked her as he smiled in a simple, yet charming way, once again placing the knife down on the table

   ("can you stop being cryptic, liv?")

   "no" was all the curly haired woman could tell him when she smiled back at him. she was smiling through a sudden feeling of suspicion; a voice kept telling her not to trust him, in that specific moment. she couldn't understand just why it was now that her gut changed her mind about the fiancé in front of her. she looked down at the white gold ring around her finger, and started doubting in its meaning

   ("no")

   giuliano kept giving her an unreadable look, as he scanned her face for a sign of uneasiness