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Yes, there are also pieces that can be thrown away, especially if it is your life.
Because this is mine, it is time to stop thinking that my life is the property of others.
If that were the case, my life would only belong to one person.
A single man.
A man I do trust.
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It's time, it's eight thirty minutes at night and everyone is already prepared in the vans to be able to park very far from the Rinaldi residence grounds. Everyone wears a headset, a microphone, and Salvatore and I are the only ones wearing something special.
Although it sounds silly to me it gives me everything I need, the ribbon on my wrist gives me security, it gives me the power to eliminate those thoughts that want to torture me the further we advance. In a line we get out of the cars, holding our weapons in hand with burning firmness, in my case I am only holding Salvatore's hand.
From afar I could see myself as a little girl, a baby who needed to have her little hand held onto her strongest piece. Daddy. Hell no, even if it is, I have to control my daddy problems.
«Damn, Emily, not even in the middle of the war do you lose your temper.»
—What are you laughing at?
-Nothing at all.
I lie looking him straight in the eyes, Guillermo and Lorenzo go forward to open the gate that covers the tunnel that connects to the cellar in the Rinaldi house. At this time there are few lights on inside the house, there is more movement outside because they think we are going to climb or break down the walls to enter from the front.
—We can continue, my Don.
—Do it, Guille, we'll go after you.
states and then leads me to the tunnel illuminated only by the two flashlights of the men ahead. Fortunately we all wore leather boots, there were puddles because due to the rains everything could stagnate inside this rusty cylinder. From the information they had given us, this tunnel connected to the drain that previously existed, but due to the transformation of the entire mansion, an underground cellar was made for the Rinaldis to store the most expensive pieces of art, the most expensive jewelry or weapons. deadliest on the market.
—Are you going to tell me what you were laughing about? —Salvatore puts his hand in the back pocket of my pants, gives a light pinch—. We have a lot of people behind us, be quiet.
—You pinched me.
“Shut up and answer, love,” he demands as we walk close together and the others keep their distance. I am worried that in the middle of a battle that is about to begin, your most cruel and murderous thoughts will come to light.
—Are you scared Salvatore?
—No, you fascinate me.
It is inevitable not to feel how my whole body is burning, we try to make our steps silent because the waves of noise that we cause against the metal can extend until we reach the other door. Miranda would have already left that door open so that an entire battalion could enter without problem and attack without having been premeditated.
—I was just having a serious conversation with myself.
—And that's why you were laughing?
—My ideas went down a bad path, nothing to be alarmed about, I'm not going to kill without any control.
—And what was going through that twisted head considering that we are entering directly into a fortress with thousands of men?
-Nothing important.
He doesn't believe it, as punishment he pinches my butt again and I try to hit his chest, he doesn't care about my hits.
—If they saw us holding hands, people would think that I was defenseless when I am not, I feel like killing to defend my people.
—Uh-huh, what else?
