A/N: Juri Bavaresco as Isaias Vitale.
Tom Hardy suited Vittorino Lutrelli best.
I stared at the droplets of warm water hitting the marble tiles as I tried to block the conversation we had and Jimmy.
"Fucking, asshole!" I grunted and started rinsing my body, letting the warm water cascade over my body, doing its magic on my tense muscles. As usual, it helps a bit to relax my restless mind. As soon as I feel a little better, I turned the water top off and stepped out of the shower.
Feeling relaxed, I grabbed a clean towel and started toweling dry my hair, then my body. I walk to the washroom door all the while wrapping the towel around my hips, but the damn towel was too small and the ends, barely met. I didn't bother taking another one. I walked towards the door with my one hand holding the two ends of the towel. As I approached the door, I suddenly felt the hair in my nape stood up as I grab the lever handle with my other hand.
Something is wrong.
Instinctively, I quietly pressed the side of my head against the door, and my system perked up, listening intently for any suspicious sounds behind the door.
It was quiet.
Shaking my head, kicking away the paranoia, I quietly opened the door, eager to hit the bed after a long night.
The strip of the golden light reflects onto the silver-plated gun, shone straight into my exhausted eyes, causing me to come to an abrupt halt and stared at it. My body turns rigid as my eyes traveled from the gun down to the woman, rather angel holding the barrel, pointing at me. My eyebrow shot up as I regarded her intently with my eyes twitching. I could sense her fear and I stifled the urge to smirk.
Definitely, too innocent to even holding that badass metal.
I cocked my head as I regarded her intently. She wore a black tight leathered pants, top, and a jacket then completed it with a leather glove, looking like a real assassin, yet the uncertainty in her eyes betrayed her.
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