Part 02 The devil with Brioni.

With the sound of splash, she was submerged in the water up to her head.

The lukewarm water rushed into her nose and mouth, waking her up.

Hana, who had lost consciousness for a moment, opened her eyes wide in shock. Through her watery shadows, she see her large figure distorted. She reached out her hand one instinctively.

The hand stretched out of the water caught the opponent's crotch. Her bewildered opponent threw her back halfway out of the water.

Breathing heavily, Hana tried to take out the butterfly knife she had put in her back pocket, but there was nothing in her pocket that she reached for.

"This bastard... !"

"Shit!" (TL/N This font is for English text in raws ^^)

"You, my head. Lorenzo."

Hana remembered the name of the big Italian, clenched her thick thighs and gnashed her teeth.

Then Lorenzo, sweating profusely, grabbed her wrist and twisted it as hard as he could.

"Aagh!"

Hana still did not loosen her hand.

In the end, Lorenzo, who had been fussy, become contemplative and shouted in the Southern Italian language.

"This one is a crazy bitch! Guilio!"

She felt heavy. The back of her head hurts and the bathtub is full of blood. Her beastly instinct that if she didn't come to her senses, she would face her death, made her move.

Hana pulled on Lorenzo's arm, who had grabbed her wrist as hard as he could. At the counter-attack, Lorenzo's large body tilted over and plunged into the bathtub

"Argh!"

Hana climbed on the top of Lorenzo and grabbed his thick neck and pressed it. The man in the water struggles wth tears. She drew a gun from the man's waist and shot it into the ceiling.

Bang!

The pearl-colored clean tiles break and fall rusty.

Lorenzo, who was struggling, raised both hands with a shocked face. Soon, Guilio Parenti's men came running after hearing the gunfire.

"What's the matter!"

One of them grabbed Lorenzo by the neck again and put the gun to his forehead. The man screams in agony as the hot muzzle hits him.

"Aagh!"

In an instant, all guns were pointed at her.

"Bring Guilio Parenti."

At the deary tone of the woman dripping blood, the man wearing glasses put a bloodstain on his neck and patiently tried to persuade her.

"Let Lorenzo go. I'm not trying to hurt you."

Fortunately, the man could speak English. Hana remembered his name, which was written as Guilio Parenti's legal representative.

"Romano?"

The man nodded. Then, staring at her with her bizarre, shapely eyes flashing, she put down her gun first.

"Other guys get your guns down."

Hana pressed harder on Lorenzo's neck as if showing off. Then, the man who chewed the bubbles struggled. Although her body shook, her strength was not normal.

If I could hold out here for another five seconds, this hulking would pass out. However, if I loose my strength in moderation, I could become dangerous.

Hana shouted, gripping Lorenzo's thick neck and taking his pulse.

"Gun!"

Then, Romano looked back an poured out harsh curse words. Only then did everyone put down their guns and gnashed their teeth and retreated.

"All I need is Guilio Parenti."

Hana pulled Lorenzo's face out of the water. Lorenzo sighed and spewed water, making his chest rise. His quivering bulky eyes were red. She stared intently at the man's face.

"Are you crying?"

"Aww!"

This crazy guy... really cried.

Hana felt it was ridiculous, but she didn't relax. They were big enough to get hit in the back of the head with guns.

If she had decided to kill Guilio Parenti, there would have been no one alive the moment the trailer door opened.

"That guy always cries a lot."

Hana turned her head to the voice she heard from the bathroom entrance. Seeing Lorenzo now openly weeping, Guilio Parenti narrowing his eyes and strode in.

"Do not come."

"Didn't you tell me to come?"

"Stop there. It's dangerous over there, keep the line."

Guilio stared at Hana with amusement look on his face and shook his head at the guys standing behind him.

At the unspoken order, the subordinates with guns swears and retreat one by one. All that was left was Romano, Lorenzo, and Guilio Parenti, who had been thrown into the bathtub.

Guilio pulled out a cigarette, lit it, lowered the toilet lid, and sat down. Then Romano raised his hand, vigilantly approaching her, ad supported Lorenzo.

Hana waited for the two men to leave the bathroom with a gun pointed at them. Lorenzo, who had been crying with his shoulders lifted, turned around and his lips trembled. She flinches and averts her gaze as she raises her eyebrows.

"Close the door."

At one command, Lorenzo closed the door with a displeased face.

The fan spins and smoke from Guilio Parenti is sucked into the ceiling.

Leaning her back against the bathtub, she unplugged the water plug.

Her eyes and forehead were swollen, and a throbbing pain came. Nevertheless, he faced Guilio Parenti with his gun unretrieved.

The corners of his lips curled up as he lightly bit the cigarette filter. Certainly, his physicality which was different from that of Koreans, was enough to overwhelm his opponent. With a height of roughly 190cm, shoulders that are wide open at right angles. Inside the seemingly soft eyes, an unhidden darkness boiled over.

She knew that kind all too well. The unique arrogance of top predators with power, wealth, and the world at their feet.

He was wearing only a shirt and suit pants without a jacket. So people could tell how well-proportioned the body was without having to take it off.

If we collide head-on, I might lose. He hadn't experienced the difference in strength yet, but it was sure to be different from the big man who could only use his strength a moment ago.

On the contrary, he might be a white-collar type who can't use his body at all.

Hana, who did not take her eyes off her opponent, pointed to the shirt he was wearing.

"Will you take that off?"

Then, Guilio frowned and laughed out loud.

"Are you talking about doing a strip show?"

"I don't want too leave the bathroom like this."

He looked her up and down, extinguished his cigarette against the bathroom wall, then got up and unbottoned his dress shirt. As his bare skin was exposed, Hana had to correct her own reasoning a moment ago.

Countless scars were carved under the widened shoulders and the ensuing thoracic muscles. Every time the cracked muscles moved, the wounds that hadn't healed shook along with them.

It's a man's life, and it represented him.

It is a sign of evil. At least it wasn't a wound made for justice, so she felt nauseous.

Still, the man was so beautiful that she didn't want to take her eyes off him.

After seeing a creature stronger than herself in front of her eyes for the first time in a while, she smiled as he handed her the shirt.

"Sit back.''

Guilio Parenti was, for some reason, pure. Hana stood up in the bathtub and unbuttoned her pants, keeping the gun intact.

The jeans attached to the body are taken off, revealing deep-cut wounds. It was a wound caused by the falling of boxes at the time of the trailer accident. Fortunately, the water swelled and no more blood was bleeding, but the pain was felt.

"Fuc-... ."

After swearing, she took off her shirt as well. She didn't feel like doing a strip show in front of a man. After she let his guard down, she also had plans to subdue him. Lost in power anyway. If so, it was easier to overpower the man who was aroused by the woman's body.

"Many women have taken off their clothes in front of me, but none have held a gun like you."

He reclined and acted like a spectator. Hana smiled brightly as if she was expecting it, and then took off her underwear.

"Can you take off your panties too? A trunk by any chance?"

"I tell you too bring a new one."

"No, give me that one. Don't even think about getting out of here."

"It should be too big for you."

The moment he put his hand in his pocket, Hana pulled the trigger.

With a gruesome shot, the tiles next to Parenti's face were smashed. She glared at Guilio, who had wiped his face with mischief, and said like a thunderbolt.

"Take it off. Next time will be your head."

"You die too, of course ."

"I die either way. I already found you with determination."

"You found me?"

"You have been worked on by me. I brought you into this board."

His one lip rises at an angle while staring at her. Then he undid his belt and unzipped it as he approached. Hana backed to the opposite wall and told him to stop, but he didn't.

The range is too close. It was a distance that could shock her if she pulled the trigger.

"Who are you?"

He asked, dropping his pants.

"Are you curious now? Isn't it too late? You should have asked before you cut my back."

Hana smiled brightly as se pressed the muzzle to Guilio's abdomen, who had come close to her. He lowered his eyes and scanned her blood-stained skin.

Then, calmly, he stroked her pink nipples with his index and middle fingers. Warm body heat against cold skin. Goosebumps started from the tip of her toes and covered her whole body.

"I was going to kill you. You came to kill me, so I tried to kill you first. I wasn't curious about your name."

Hana held back the swear words and lowered the muzzle in the direction of his genitals.

"If you're going to kill me, I've already killed you. You must be curious about me now. I'll let you know if you take off your underwear, so take it off calmly and step away."

Does this madman get erection in the middle of it?

The genitals that stand up with the trunks reached the muzzle. It was too big to fit. (TL/N ... I am now SPEECHLESS )

Hana looked up at him, gnashing her teeth.

"Are you a beast?"

"Isn't it going to be nice?"

"Don't get me wrong. I never said I would let you fuck me."

"Something like that... Need permission?"

It was when she breathed in with her sincere curious eyes. Grabbing her by the wrist, he pressed her body against his, pressing her muzzle to his heart.

Her back pressed against the wall with tremendous face.

For one moment, she felt as if she was being swallowed up by the black darkness.

'Careful. That way, the more I look, the more you resembles that woman.'

It feels like that face of the woman Yoo EunSeung said is reflected in Guilio Parenti's eyes. Of course, it was she who reflected in his eyes, but he was looking at someone else.

'An Asian with dark hair would be trigger for Guilio Parenti. There's nothing wrong with being careful... . You know.'

In an instant, his wet genitals touched her flat stomach. The hot, murky breath scatters in her ears. Hana prepared to pull her trigger.

She even thought about killing herself.

Until he lightly grabbed her by the back and whispered in a voice mixed with a cruel laugh.

"Why, have you heard the rumor that I'm crazy about dark-haired women, too, right? So... . What do you want from me?"

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