98 RUN

BRIA

Soon, the attackers started firing at us as both men retaliated with their weapons. I was the only one harmless and weaponless who had nothing to do with their fight but still running for her dear life in a tank top, hoodie and jeans. Yeah...Jeans again!

I seriously needed heads up so that I could wear comfortable clothes.

We ran dodging the bullets in the dark. The devil pulled me down behind a big tree trunk which was covered with large grass and small climbers.

"dove sono adesso? ricerca. guarda qui." A baritone voice echoed.

"What he just said?" I whispered.

"He said to search for us." Cameron took the efforts to be a translator for me as I had zero knowledge about the Italian language.

"Sono tre uomini. Uno deve essere King e un altro Cameron. Ma non sappiamo chi sia il terzo uomo." Another man spoke though the Bluetooth.

"Translation please!"

Cameron and the devil looked at each other for a moment and then turned their heads towards me slowly.