Brinda
I never knew that my hands and body would move so fast apart from when I went on missions to kill and obtain other items.
My heart raced fast as I shoved the last piece of my mother's most loved item into the backpack in my left hand. I rushed to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and brought out the safe I had kept the crypt key.
I was still in the middle of thinking of whether I should take it along, leave it or toss it somewhere Francesco would find it easily when I heard a loud bang outside.
No one needed to tell me.
I’ve got company.
I need to escape.
As fast as possible.
I dumped the safe into the backpack, zipped it and hid behind the kitchen’s door. I slid my right hand into my pocket and brought out a pistol while my left hand held the bag firmly.
As I prepared
