Jordan Miller
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My first instinct was to scream bloody murder as Alessandro's blood splattered on my top, but Alessandro was wiser than me as he immediately retrieved his gun from his pocket, shot in the direction the bullet came from, and covered my mouth with his injured hand.
I was probably dumb for not carrying a weapon with me everywhere, but I didn't think he would have enemies in Italy. I froze. Whoever shot wasn't aiming at Alessandro; they were aiming at me!
This realization had me looking past Alessandro to the entrance of the park to see a guy in all black running away.
"f**k, he's getting away!" He yelled, trying to run after him, but I dragged him right back.
"What the hell? You're hurt!" I screamed, panicking as I looked at his arm that had been shot.
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