"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline.
"Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add.
"Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies.
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These fucking Russians are getting more and more difficult by the fucking day. I am currently sitting in my office signing documents and looking over shipment details for drugs and weaponry when Leonardo bursts through my office door like he's on fucking fire.
"Enzo! You will not believe what just fucking happened!" Leo exclaims breathlessly.
"Lo prometto a dio, Leo if you are about to tell me something stupid like about the time you found out the hard way why you shouldn't put aluminium in the microwave. Ti sparo, cazzo." I tell him. (translation: I promise to god...I will fucking shoot you).
"No, no, no! I swear it isn't anything like tha-"
"Is it that you have already started balding? Because honestly I wouldn't be surprised. Stai invecchiando." I love pissing him off. It's my hobby. (translation: you are getting old).
"No! Enzo listen to m- hold on you're older than me how does that even make any sense?"
"Just tell me what you want. You look like a child about to piss his fucking pants." I say rolling my eyes.
"Right. Guess who was found dead in his hotel room this morning." I fucking hate it when he tries to get me to guess.
"I don't know who?"
"Just take a guess." He tells me. For fuck sake.
"I don't fucking know! But if you don't tell me in the next two seconds there will be another body found and one less person named 'Leonardo' in the world." I say getting annoyed.
He gulps and speaks again. "Marco Russo was found dead in his hotel room this morning."
"Great. So what I'm hearing now is that I have to find another person to organise weapon shipments and raids. Why did you come running in all hyper just to tell me that?" I ask him.
"Take a look for yourself and you will understand why." He says as he pushes a folder towards me. I take it from him and open it up.
Inside are pictures of his body when it was found. At first I was confused as to why he was showing me this but then I took a closer look.
Shot through the heart.
'TS' carved onto his forehead with a knife.
Paper with a lipstick mark on it left on Marco's chest.
Once it all clicks, my head shoots up to meed Leo's whose eyes are filled with disbelief.
"Tell me I'm not crazy Enzo. Tell me this is not a coincidence." He pleads with me.
"No it's not. It's definitely The Silencer. She's the only one that leaves these signatures". She leaves her marks as if to sign her work, like it's art, like she's proud of herself.
