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Being the new head of the gang that works outside Italy for Passione, your first official duty was to find out the traitors who had been trying to uncover the identity of the boss. As they say, curiosity killed the c...
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"Vin....."
"Vinegar Doppio......."
He loosened the grip on your shirt as you flinched back and began crawling behind. The man before you stood up; what was a mystery to the world was now the most precious thing you knew; what was the most sought after thing by the traitors of Passione was the thing that you had witnessed with your own two eyes.
Yet you weren't ready to believe a single part of it.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! This isn't Doppio!" He towered over you as he spoke, the light from below giving him an aura that was even more ominous than you had first seen him.
"B-but... But Dopp - Mmm... Mppffhh-"
To your surprise, he swiftly put his hand over your mouth, holding you back from speaking further. You wanted to protest, this was no time for you to stop. There were questions after questions emerging in your mind, you demanded answers.
His green eyes were not looking at you anymore, but somewhere in the farther corner, as he whispered close to your face, hushing you down.
"Shush... Shush... Listen..." He softly breathed out on your face.
As if on cue, you froze on your spot, following which the hand on your mouth pulled away. You held your breath in, rolling your eyes around trying to listen to the faint sounds from outside.
The crunching of leaves. The sounds were very faint, barely noticeable. Occasional sounds of somebody's struggled breathing, likely from them holding their breath in really hard, just like you had been doing right now. You looked at the man before you, who was staring back at you, this time a little less menacing than before.
"Someone followed us," he whispered the words, being very careful that you were the only one able to hear them.
"Us? Wait, I thought-"
Five gunshots interrupted you, two almost grazing past your ear and your forehead. The heat scalded the skin on your face, the smell of burning gunpowder burnt your nostrils. As expected from the defensive impulses of a human being, the two of you jerked and crouched close to each other - mostly him crouching over you, making you wonder for just a split second if that was meant out of a sense of protection or just masculine display of chivalry.
"Boss, here, this way," you whispered at him, unaware of the words that had slipped out of your mouth, almost as if on a reflex. You crouched and crawled along the floor, holding your superior by the arm, trying to avoid the shots that had been continuously firing at you, which didn't take much longer for you to identify that it had very random patterns. Before you could head towards a safer location of the room, you quickly tilted the floodlight sitting in the room upwards. Taking cover behind the legs of the dining table and the chairs nearby, you headed over to what you could make out from the shadows as the chesterfield and practically dragged yourself and the gigantor of a man with you, finally reaching behind it. You stretched your leg under the huge sofa which luckily had space just wide enough for your thigh to slip in, then using your toes pulled in the holster with the gun that you had previously casually dropped on the floor. You mentally made a note to thank Danny when you returned for putting you through that rigorous physical work out that had made you so evidently agile.
