“Walk,” Soviet Chewbacca commanded and prodded their backs with his gun. He led them down the dock and into the left wing of the marina where the bigger yachts are.
As they walked down the wooden decking, Ava’s eyes kept flying toward her right where she could still see the Marina di Firenze hotel in all of its shining glory. There were a few people that would occasionally pass by but none that looked their way.
She just gritted her teeth and discreetly transferred her eyes back to the direction where Colossus was leading them.
She silently cursed that of all the possible times people decided to be bougie and ignore yachts bigger than their houses, they really chose to do it now. If this had been Chicago, they wouldn’t even be left alone for a whole minute.
But then again, they’re no
