Guns In Rome

Chiara’s POVMy heart has never beat so fast before in my life. I have never felt so much fear and adrenaline all at once. I felt cold even though massive beads of sweat were trickling down my pale skin. How unfortunate could I possibly be? Why did this have to happen to me? What wrong have I done to live such a horrible life?What did I do to deserve to be treated this way? I was fleeing for my life like a dog. No, I would never speak about myself in such a manner. The men chasing after me with hungry looks in their drunken eyes were the dogs, not me. They were disgusting. All men were disgusting.I do not care if you think I am exaggerating. I was entitled to my own opinions and mine were backed up with facts. Men were cruel, vile, disgusting creatures. They did nothing but drink at bars and speak ill of women with their friends while they belittled and objectified us. They looked down on my kind. They thought we were worthless and were only useful in bed.Not a single man has ever

What a sad excuse of a security system Don Russo has. Seriously, only fifty guards? And he holds himself in such high regard? That’s just embarrassing. It didn’t take me more than thirty minutes to deal with all of them.I watched the last guy take his last breath, his tear-filled eyes staring up at me before life evaporated them. The stench of his blood and the blood of his colleagues filled the air, and I had the sudden urge to throw up. I looked behind me to find the long hallway littered with corpses, and a shudder ran up my spine.Turning back on the gruesome scene, I stepped out of the fairly large mansion and into the windy night. I doubt it has been up to five hours since I was kidnapped and I was already free. A part of me wanted to go back inside and look for Don Russo and do what my mother hasn't done in the five years since he became a nuisance to us. But I had no desire to do so.They say you are at your best when you do what you love, but I did not like taking the lives