Page 3 of Capuleto

"That would be the height of embarrassment for a sailor, to still be getting seasick after three years."

"The only thing that makes me dizzy is a bottle of tequila and what's between your legs." She chuckled lowly.

"Come on, let’s go, Romeo." The nickname squeezed my heart, which for some strange reason was still beating.

They headed to the staircase and I emerged from my hiding place, determined about what I was going to do.

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The truth is behind the door

Iran, gathered momentum, grabbed the handrail to jump, and kicked the sailor's back with all my strength.

He fell like a domino, taking the brunette's body down with him. She screamed as she was crushed against the steps and slid down uncontrollably.

As soon as they reached the bottom, I was already on the prowl; if I took them out, that was two less to worry about.

I positioned myself on the man's back, blocking movement with my thighs, and held his head down with my forearm to suffocate him.

The cap had rolled down to the lower deck.

"He-he-he-l-l-l-p" the muffled voice of the fake waitress tried to scream. She couldn't make it any louder; our weight was preventing her. She was impaling herself on the last few steps, I wasn't sure which parts because I couldn't see her.

Certainly! Here’s the revised translation without dashes for dialogues:

"Shut up, you fucking bitch!" I didn't want to hear a single murmur from her mouth. "Don’t you want to hear your boyfriend’s last breath before I kill him?" He tried to break free unsuccessfully. It didn’t matter his size or build. It was very difficult for him to get free. I was applying a hold calculated to the millimeter, where technique was what mattered. From that grip, only someone experienced could escape.

"Let him go," she gasped in some sort of display.

"I will when he dies." My voice was as sharp as a razor.

The guy tried to hit the walls of the staircase, maybe wanting to make noise, alert others, and I increased the pressure to cut him off.

There is no greater feeling of power than when someone's life slips away in your hands. Especially if they had tried to screw you over in some way.

And he was screwing me by not preventing his boss from taking me away from Santorini. He was in my sights. He wouldn't help me, he had referred to me as the beast, and all he cared about was the bitch brunette to get it on with. He didn’t deserve my forgiveness.

His fists hit with less intensity. The man's face had changed color due to suffocation. A whistle sound came from the mouth of the woman lying beneath him. Where the hell had she gotten that damn whistle?

The sharp and unpleasant noise made me look towards the only door through which light was still seeping. Something told me that whoever was behind it had heard the sound as clearly as I had. I squeezed the sailor's neck harder to improve my grip and kicked the brunette's head against the step with such force that she stopped moving.

I might have killed her, I wasn't sure, I hoped so, one less to worry about. A little more and I would have two corpses.

The door I was most concerned about opened.

His punches became less intense.

The man's face had changed color from suffocation. A whistle sound escaped from the mouth of the woman lying beneath him. Where the hell did she get that damn whistle?

That sharp and unpleasant noise made me glance towards the only door where light was still filtering through. Something told me that whoever was behind it had heard the sound as clearly as I had. I squeezed the sailor's neck harder to improve my grip and kicked the brunette's head against the step so hard that she stopped moving. I might have killed her, I wasn't sure, I hoped so, one less to worry about. A little more and I would have two corpses.

The door I was most concerned about opened.

I had no time to hide or run; if the person inside had a gun, I was screwed. I couldn't change strategies anymore, so I confronted the silhouette that emerged from it. The same one who had entered the room at the villa. Now I was sure.

My heart stopped and I immediately let go of the sailor, as I observed the face that my mind screamed and my heart refused to see.

It couldn't be, it couldn't be!

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