His.
Ironic is it not, when she took this job she thought that if she was not to die of natural causes, he would be the cause of it, Giovanni Mancini, or some Mancini at least, the last thing she expected is for It to be one of her own.
In those seconds as she felt herself coughing up something warm, just as warm as the one running down her forehead, she wondered if he would have helped her.. if he was here, would he have sent her help?Help..
Sage..
“Sage, uccidere” she whispered, knowing he only gave him his commands in Italian, and as soon as she breathed those words, the quite dog who had been standing beside them all along started barking like a mad animal as he ran towards Christopher and gr
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