I hate every one of those words, but I would say much worse things to describe them.
We watch as two of them escape our line of fire and circle around the property.
We look at one another.
The two of us alone cannot protect the entire perimeter.
Either we retreat or we die.
“Let’s go!”
I give in reluctantly, and we rush up the staircase, ducking each time another shot is fired.
“Ah!”
I hear Salvatore’s deep voice behind me.
The blood spreading across his shoulder turns everything pure rosso and fills me with shock.
I descend a few steps to reach him. He pretends he feels no pain, and we continue, each of us pulling the other forward, neither one willing to leave the other behind.
Searching for power in the middle of our weakness.
“Open the door!” he shouts at the women inside t
