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Davina Romano is quite an exquisite woman. Being one of the most famous assassins in the underworld, she made her name by being absolutely ruthless in any way possible. She's been taught to be absolutely closed off, and to show little emotio...
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L O R E N Z O
We've been slowly plotting revenge against the Russians. Vasily is still high on the tranquilizer Davina had shot him with. I don't think he's aware of that fact that we still have him strapped down to a chair.
We've been waiting for him to wake up, and questions have been pouring through my mind since the day I realized Vasily was the the masked gang leader.
Though when we had questioned Zachary, he said the name "Leon." Who's Leon? Is Vasily Leon? Is Leon using Vasily as a cover up?
Vasily's eyes slowly flutter open, and he immediately eyes the knife twirling around in my hand.
"Wakey, wakey." Davina smiles, in a creepy innocent tone.
She smacks his cheek lightly a few times, before hitting it hard. He winces, and slowly brings his head back to its previous position.
"This is funny." Davina smirks, making a lap around Vasily once.
"I've always dreamed of beating you in a metal chair, strapped down. Didn't think it would actually happen." She shrugs, casually.
"My Father has something pla-" Rafael starts laughing at that, interrupting Vasily in the process.
"My Father has something planned." He mocks, in a high pitched voice.
D A V I N A
"Why don't you enlighten us, big boy." I smile sweetly, bending down and resting my hand on my knees to reach his level.
"Why would I do that?" He retorts, before spitting blood in my face.
My face squeezes when I feel the blood drip down my nose. I wipe it off with my sleeve, and glance at it. I blow air out of my mouth, trying my best to put my anger into check.
In a split second, I punch the living hell out of him.
But only once.
Need to keep him alive, or whatever.
His head flips to the other side, blood from his nose dripping.
"Wanna fucking do that again?" I test, gripping his jaw to face me.
No answer.
"That's what I thought." I smirk, and straighten me posture, stretching out my back.
"That's was nice." Lorenzo's sarcastic voice reaches my ear.
"Never asked." I reply, coldly.
I don't think I'll ever see him the same anymore. I don't plan on it anyway. After everything is settled, I don't plan on seeing him anymore.
