VELVET GUN
She tossed the second pistol toward Amy.
“Amy!” she shouted.
Amy caught it, spun, and aimed at Giovanni.
“Take the mentor,” she told Isadora, her voice flat with lethal promise.
Isadora walked to the mentor, pulled off her mask, and slapped him so hard the sound cracked through the air.
“Which one of you is Giovanni?” sweeping between them. she asked, her eyes Amy pointed, Isadora’s gaze turned to steel. She stepped in close, her voice low and cold. “That’s for touching my woman.”
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