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"That sounds…" I trail, sighing happily. "Fantastic." We all laugh, and I open the door to leave."
"Lead the way." I grin at Abigail. "But wait– what about the man?"
"That sounds…" I trail, sighing happily. "Fantastic." We all laugh, and I open the door to leave."
"Lead the way." I grin at Abigail. "But wait– what about the man?"
*addison
I open the door and walk out, ready to be rid of the Montague man who'd gone into a fitful sleep out of boredom. "I'll see you guys out by the front door in five? Grab your stuff."
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I cast a backward glance at Justin, then set my stuff down and kncok him out with a blow to the head, injecting him with a random needle from the drawer, sighing warily. "Either that made him sick, made him mute, or killed him. But whatever it was, don't ever tell me."
(IDK)
"Yup.", I nod.
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I pick my stuff back up and walk out the door, handing the somewhat alarmed woman one hundred dollars in American money. Italians were trueblooded and loyal… to cash.
"Non dire a nessuno quello che hai visto." don't tell anyone what you saw. She nodded, and I went to go sit on the front doorstep, holding the strange woman's phone in my hand, only to find that it was locked. I sigh, frustrated.
(is that a happy medium, then?)
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I don’t know
Honestly I have no idea, okay?
Honestly I have no idea, okay?
Ok
I shoot Addison a text quickly.
on the front doorstep.
I grab my bags, walking over to the man and checking his pulse. He’s alive. I sigh, pulling out my gun. We can’t let him live, we don’t know what he’s heard. Cocking the gun, I press it to his forehead, just as his eyes fly open, illuminated with fear. I grin wickedly. “Bye-Bye.”
The bullet goes through his head, imbedding itself in the wall. Satisfied, I walk out.
I hear the gunshot distantly, and the woman at the desk and myself both flinch at the exact same time. I sigh, my hands shaking a little. Then both Addison and Adelaide show up outside the door next to me from the hall.
I wave hello to Oakley. “All ready?”
"Yeah." I swallow, steeling myself. "All ready." I pretend not to notice the small bloodtsain on the sleeve of Adelaide's shirt, and remind myself that even though I had a certain fondness for her friendship, and we had made a blood pact, she was still mio nemico, a capulet, worthy of toppling an entire country in a day.
She knows. So What? I tell myself, shoving down the guilt rising in my stomach. “Off we go, then.” I flash a smile at the other lady. “We’re off to Sicily for a bit.”
"Let's go." I gesture to the street and she follows me into the darkness.
I follow, letting Addison take the lead.
(We should probably wait for Natasha)
definitely. That's a goodnight for now I guess. Continue tomorrow?
(Sure! ‘Night)
(Imma here)
Addison was alarmed by the fact that Adelaide had killed that man. But she led them to the house, but not directly. She couldn't risk someone following them. So she led them through alleyways and dirt roads, winding around in a few circles before finally bringing them to the house, which was hidden in the forest. After all, how else would they hide a house of that size? She opened the door with her key and then closed the door behind them. "Make yourselves at home. There are three floors going up and a basement, and about twenty bedrooms. We can stay together or be on opposite sides and ends of the house. That's up to you."
"Is there an attic?" I raise an eyebrow, gesturing to the staircase.
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