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An essential part within all existing schemes. That gets to my head, I see his weak points, when he is about to grab me by the waist I escape from him. Guillermo closes his arms, trapping pure air.
—You should use a knife whenever you are in danger, don't be afraid, I will show you where to hit it if you don't want to kill it. —Domenico explained with a twisted joy inside him.
I fit the knife into his abdomen, I don't touch his ribs because I know I could hit a lung, causing it to fill with blood and end up dead. Guillermo complains in surprise, a part of the past comes back to me, making it clear to me that I have just committed an attack, I step back and Guillermo, without owing it or fearing it, pulls the bloody metal blade out of his skin.
—I didn't suppose...
—Is he as weak as they say on the streets?
The question sounds more like something that he assumes directly, that hits me, it's like he buried a dagger in my heart, which triggers all my fears.
—Beauty is subjective, but for us beauty is beauty, with your face you can show a thousand different things, but inside — Ginevra laughed, looking at me in the mirror —, inside you don't feel any of that, Emily. That will give you an advantage, manipulate your feelings, use them to your advantage.
I am not a weak woman. In real life I am a person who has struggled to continue and not stay stagnant, in my children's lives where everything is magical, I am the queen of the fairies with dust that many want to steal.
And it's true, that dust in real life is my essence, which many want to steal.
"You have to hit the strong, weak, and strong points and end with a blow that takes away your thoughts," Leone said, showing me what to do that day. Words, blows, bullets, disarm, hit again and send him to the ground or to death to achieve your goal. That makes a good crime leader, Fiore.
A blow that takes away my thoughts.
I don't think twice because that would make my blow not so hard, it wouldn't take anything away from me, it wouldn't take away my questioning of my actions. That's why I run, I throw myself against the table pretending to grab something, Guillermo grabs me by the hair, pulls hard.
Although it hurts, that grip he exerts on my head makes me spin, my hair falls on my face, he hits my abdomen and what I do is hit my genitals with my knee. He doesn't move, he just grunts.
Damn Emily, more power, don't think about what's right and what's wrong.
I keep pushing him, his fingers are stuck in my skull. I don't stop hitting him, I dig my nails into him, he hits me back until I lunge, digging my nails into his cheeks and tearing them. He screams because blood is pouring from the scratches, I put my hand in his belt, undo it and hit his throat using the side of my hand.
He coughs, I take him to the ground, kicking him in the chest, his bones creak. Guillermo, the famous escort chief, is impressed when I remove the safety pin and aim it directly at his forehead.
An act that is not typical of me, that takes away my thoughts and questioning of my movements, a strategy that leads me to victory.
"One bullet is enough to kill the opponent," Lorenzo mentioned, carrying a weapon, "but what is more intimidating is how they carry it." If you learn to carry it, you will be the most intimidating woman in the mafia, we are not talking about beauty, strategies, thoughts... We are talking about how you make death a part of you and by holding this - he shook the gun - you make everyone give up or fall to their knees for you.
A woman who knows how to carry a weapon will be a double-edged tool.
I put the cannon on his head, he raises his hands in peace and I continue with one of my feet on his chest, preventing him from getting up. There is no Emily inside me, there is the new lady of the mafia who is willing to go to Apulia to be able to help a little with the rescue of my friend.
A little or a lot, I can help, I can improve in this attack because only in this way will I be able to understand this world and acquire my own experiences.
I put my finger on the trigger, getting lost in my dark, twisted thoughts. I'm about to throw...
-I give up.
He says without further ado, letting himself fall against the grass, I remove the weapon that I also dropped to the ground and turn to see the four brothers. Although they have different expressions, those four faces say the same thing: pride and surprise.
“A couple of things need to be polished,” says the perfect maestro Leone Marino. It's not bad, but it's not perfect, you did it right.
"We'll be working a little harder to make you perfect," Salvatore promises. Very goodprincess.
—I can't go on anymore, I must... rest.
—Come with me, my brothers will have their time to make you see your failures in due time.
Tamara on her side when I give her my weapons belt and she gives me a small gold brooch with a cross and a rose. I carry him between my fingers, passing the other three and Guillermo who is trying to recover. I am still exhausted before Salvatore, he takes me to the room where my comfortable pajamas are already located and a table near the single armchair that has gone to the end of the bed.
—Go take a shower, you deserve to rest and you deserve to be rewarded for what you did outside.
