C6 The Fiancée

Ava raised the gun, though her hands were shaking, though the muzzle wavered slightly as rain streaked the windshield between them. Beside her, Alessio's breath rattled in his chest, wet and shallow.

"Stay where you are."

"Of course." Giulia raised both hands. "Beauty and brains," she said. She smiled, red lips parting to reveal perfect teeth, not a hair out of place