Niccolo
I smirk, going into a drawer.
“Take this car, and get the hell out of here. Don't come back until I tell you. Do you understand?” I order her.
She shakes her head fiercely. “I'm not leaving. We will face this together.”
Ha. It's so adorable. She has she has a choice.
“You. Leave. Now.”
She crosses her arms, looking away. I don't have time for this!
“We have no time, for you manifestations of love. Get out!”
She just walks away, out of the bedroom. Really? I have no time. I can't focus on her. If I do, it'll just get her killed. My best bet—our best bet, is to get armed before—
“There he is,”
I bow my head, with a grin and a nod. I turn around.
“Se non è lo stesso bastardo,” I grin. “Parlando anche in inglese?"
(If it isn't the bastard himself. Speaking in English, too?)
