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Fuckin’ asshole.

It was a good reminder that no matter how hot Massimo was…

And no matter how much he said he wanted to keep me safe…

He was still the enemy.

Never forget that.

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I was finishing up with my backpack when Lucia came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a sweatshirt, which was good. But she went back to the bedroom in a pouty little fit.

Fuck her. She could go stew for a while.

If she didn’t try to antagonize me all the time, all this would all be so much easier.

Once the food was packed, I went to the bedroom. She was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

She looked angry. Cold angry. The kind that would slip a knife in your back and twist it.

Which made me hesitate about the next step – but it had to be done.

Her eyes narrowed to slits when she saw me. “Fuck off.”

“Gladly, but first I need to show you something,” I said as I went over to the gun safe in the corner of the room and punched in the code.

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Well, you will if someone comes after us, so you better pay attention.”

I opened the safe and pulled out a shotgun.

That got her attention.

She sat up on the bed. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching you how to use this.”

Her eyes went wide. “…really?”

“Yeah. I’m assuming you don’t know how to handle a shotgun – or do you?”

“No.” She paused, then said, “They wouldn’t teach me how to shoot anything.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to cover pistols, too. Come on.”

I walked out of the bedroom.

She quickly followed.

I guess curiosity had overtaken her anger.

We went outside and I turned to face her. “I don’t want you to fire the guns, because I don’t want anybody to hear it and know we’re here – but I’m going to show you how to use them, at least.

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