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The best seats weren't that hard to find. They were a level above us. Vittore and I moved quickly to where it was, my dress bunched up in my hands as my heels clicked on the floor. My feet were steady despite the slippery and polished wood beneath them. I was taught to have the grace of a swan and I for one know I never flatter.
We reached the double cherry red doors. Vittore pulled a gun out of his ankle, placing it at the waistband of his jeans before using his jacket to cover it up.
"You shoot to kill tesoro," Vittore reminded me and I smirked, strutting closer to the door with a sway of my hips.
"When do I never?"
I pushed the door open and stepped in as Vittore closed and locked it behind us.