When in Italy

Just like so many people, my journey starts with a boy. Sometimes us girls act like we've never seen a boy before. It's like they're this alien life form. And maybe that's true. I myself don't have very much experience with boys, but come on. It can't be too hard, they're dumb.

But girls always go after the exotic, muscular, sparkly eyed, smooth talking, sexy grinning guys right? It isn't really our fault though. Guys like that are just hard to look away from. But in my case, everything actually starts with a group of guys. Tall, dark haired, extra sexy guys. Exciting right? Hell no.

It would be nice except for that these particular dream boats are criminals. Not your average high school douche bags who steal beer to impress some slut at a house party. More like Italian douche bags who take hostages and get a little too handsy with females like it's 1999.

My job, is to stop said douche bags. It might be a little easier if I didn't want to kill my own partner (who can be a douche bag if he feels like it) at the same time. All my training has led up to this one moment. Get in, get out, get the hostages out, and put the douche bags in jail. All while trying not to get killed in the process. Easier said than done.

Who's ever liked being in the family business anyway?

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I'm Alex and this is the story of how I almost died. Multiple times.