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The next morning, as sunshine flew into my face, I cautiously opened my eyes. As I was about to sit up, I felt a heavy arm around me. What's around my waist? Suddenly I opened my eyes. What is Santiago's arm doing around me? He just pulled me close so I was in his arms with my head on his chest. A strong warmth emanated from him. Since I don't want to wake him, I try to carefully remove myself from his grasp. Luckily, it worked well because I carefully twisted myself out from under his arm. As I stood on the cold hardwood floor, I quickly went to the bathroom. The first thing I did there was take a shower, dry myself and then do my daily morning routine.
When I was done with everything, I was about to reach for my clothes on the chair, there was nothing there. Mierda, I forgot to get some clothes. I made the towel tighter around me, but unfortunately the towel is a little smaller and only goes up to just under my butt. I carefully looked behind the door to make sure no one was there either. When everything is clear, I stepped out of the bathroom with careful and quiet steps and walked towards the dressing room, which is only two rooms away.
Just as I walk past the bedroom door, it opens abruptly. I screamed in shock and almost dropped the towel. But I stopped in time so that luckily I only saw a little more detail. I wanted to move on quickly, but he stopped me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me to his chest. Startled, I suck in my breath and hold my breath. "We'll leave straight after breakfast, I'll have some food delivered to our room," he said and leaned in to my ear and whispered, "You don't have to be ashamed, I'd like to see you without a towel sometime , you're hot." Goosebumps came over my whole body, as well as a pleasant tingling sensation. But what he said outraged me a little, and since I was a little embarrassed by what he said, I turned away from his arm and walked quickly into the dressing room.
There I took out black leather pants, a black top and a black leather jacket, where I then put my throwing knives, the pink weapon from Acaimo and ammunition. I attached my golden weapon to my waistband and put a small revolver in my black boots with a higher heel. To be on the safe side, there is a small bag in the car with bullet vests, a few weapons, knives, ammunition and machine guns in case there is an exchange of fire.
I let my hair air dry and just put it in a high braid. I also put mascara and red lipstick on and finished my outfit for the day.
When I was back in the living room, I saw Santiago, fully dressed, sitting in the living room where the food was being brought in. The smell of fresh rolls made my stomach growl quietly. I sat down silently on the sofa next to Santiago, in front of the living room table, and began to eat.
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Right now I'm sitting in the car with Santiago and Raul and Rodrigo are in the car behind us. Nothing important happened before that, we didn't talk to each other during dinner and then we left straight away, although the receptionist couldn't help but smack Santiago again. I'm slowly admitting that I don't like it when all the girls look after him, but there's nothing I can do about it anyway.
They are currently on their way to Mr. Russo's property, which we will observe from the outside today to see if we notice anything unusual. And in order to find out his daily routine, when he leaves and comes home again, we had received rough information from our informants, but you didn't know exactly and that's why our appearance today should roughly match.
When we finally arrived after a silent drive, we could already see a large gate in the distance, with a driveway and a huge property behind it. The outside of this property is similar to ours, except that this one is beige.
We parked a little further back so that we wouldn't be discovered. The car is parked normally on the side of the road, so it looks like we are visiting someone. We kind of do that, except our visit doesn't have any good intentions for Mr. Russo.
Santiago and I get out with the weapons we carry and a machine gun each. "You still remember the plan?" he asked me, whereupon I exhaled in annoyance. "Yes, I still remember the plan, just observe, don't shoot," I said, but you could clearly hear the annoyed undertone. "It's good, you don't have to be so annoyed about it, are you on your period or what?", seriously, just because you're annoyed doesn't automatically mean you have your period. I hate these statements, you can just do that to be annoyed, that's normal. With boys you don't say that they're on their period when they're in a bad mood, and he's the one of the two of us whose mood swings are worse than those of a pregnant woman "No, you can just be so annoyed, let's go now to get this over with as quickly as possible," I said again and pushed past him.
We walked through some bushes where we couldn't be seen but we could see outside. We stopped just before the gate and looked for a comfortable spot. After a few minutes a black Mercedes drove out with Mr. Russo in it. We quickly lay down quietly on the ground so that we couldn't be seen. Behind him is another black Jeep, which apparently has his bodyguards in it. Theoretically we could kill him directly here but what good would it do for us, the mafia still exists, just with a new leader, we have to be tactically clever and careful so that we can destroy them.
I quickly looked at my cell phone as they were driving away and said that it was 10:04 a.m., which means that he drives to the headquarters around 10 a.m. every morning, which we'll look at tomorrow because we'll be watching the headquarters from the outside tomorrow.
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We are about to head to a restaurant since we have completed our mission for the day. We found out that Mr. Russo leaves at about 10 a.m. every day and comes back at 8 p.m., which roughly matches the information our spies have provided. We have hidden a bug with a microphone and camera in the tree, with a small hole in it, so that we always have a view of the property from the front. We have already passed on all the information to our parents and given them the bug's login details so that you can see everything, just like I already contacted Lucia.
,"What would you like to eat? "You choose today and I'll choose tomorrow," Santiago asked me. To which I looked at him and saw that he was paying close attention to the traffic since I'm still not allowed to drive. Which, by the way, I find pretty mean, even if there is some driving around is pretty relaxed. "Hmm, I kind of feel like having sushi, do you?" I asked him what just came to mind. "Yes, sounds good, I saw one near the hotel, we can go there," he said to which I agreed with a nod.
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"I didn't know that such a petite girl could eat so much," he said amused, to which I raised my head indignantly. "Hey, that's not funny, plus I haven't eaten anything since breakfast," I tried to defend myself seriously, but that was a miss because I had to start laughing too. "Besides, you were the one who asked the waitress for a fork because you couldn't manage to eat with chopsticks," I said, again at first seriously, before I giggled again. That was really funny, he tried with chopsticks to dip the sushi in the soy sauce and just before he dropped it, so that some of the sauce splattered all over his shirt, which now has a big stain on it, which apparently also bothers him. But when he asked the little Japanese girl, She looked at him puzzled to see if she had a fork for him, since people only eat with chopsticks there.
