Luciano
groan as I regain consciousness. Whoever hit me packed a hell of a punch.
"You got shot."
Ah. That makes more sense.
"Where is Savannah?"
"Hospital."
I sit up sharply. "Calm down. She's perfectly fine. She is how lever very very very pissed about using to rip her wedding dress. And you—you know bleeding on it."
"Damnit!"
"Did you know she was packing?"
"She was?"
Niccolò nods. Two pistols one automatic other semi, two holsters, fully loaded. She took out the snipe that shot at her. He's downstairs."
"Still unconscious."
My brow furrowed. Something about her is wrong. She sounds more like a professional assasian than a teacher.
She wanted to teach English, but it seems she took a different route.
"Fratello her form is incredible, her intuition, so fat, is infallible, a
