Crime in Florence

• Florence, capital of Italy's Tuscany region, is home of Renaissance art and architecture •

"Committing a Crime is an everyday use for the soul who has no heart," he says echoing across the boxcars.

"That's because you chose that life," I replied, grasping my revolver tightly as I check every perimeter in where I stand in the center.

"No I didn't, It just so happens when your family does choices and commits to them, they have to pay the price, I've never wanted this, however, I had a change of heart and I don't regret shit." he murmurs as his voice echo across the warehouse.

"Turn yourself in, easily Mccann, or pay the price of cops following you everywhere until you die," I said with a clear voice, making sure, he listens to me well.

Footsteps taping across the payment floor as the switch starts to vanish, as the light from the moon reflects the warehouse, providing light. "I wouldn't want to turn myself in just yet, My reign has just started."

"Well it's over now, you had a nice short run, McCann," I say as I lean in forward walking around the boxcars attempting to uncover the culprit.

"You know, You remind me of someone that I knew for a very long time," he says clear and profound.

I listen carefully holding the revolver in my hand as I kept silent.

His chuckled commotion echoed around the warehouse as the boxcars started to echo and mimic his terrifying raspy voice.

"You have grown, Gabriella Montez, age 25, the only daughter of Maria Montez, the police sargent who got shot and killed in the hands by gang head leader Dominic Miguel Cabrera who's also known as El Serpiente" he sneered clearing every word.

"Shut up." I spat.

"You.. don't know anything.. about me." I said as I holded the revolver tightly in my hands as my breathing starts to hyperventilate.

"I may have not met you physically but I know that you were in there." he said as he strides, hearing a click in the heel of his foot as it echoes the warehouse.