His Docile Mafia Princess
The kind of shot which comes from experience, and hardwork, not even my snipers could have made it, from where we stand you can hardly see the Target's markings.
Everyone that witnessed this marvel is staring in awe, everyone but Alessandra. Alessandra lowers the gun slowly like she’s done this a thousand times. Like this moment isn’t extraordinary. Like she didn’t just outshoot half the men in this building, her lips constantly twitching with a smile she won't let stick.
She slowly lower brings the gun closer, and blows on it, she blows across the barrel like some old Western gunslinger, blinking at us with the sweetest smile.
“I told you it wasn't hard.” she sighs boredly, “It is just like
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