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"Hey beauty" Luca touched his old sniper rifle," Nice to see you again"

He was back in his old house. This house wasn't known to Bianca and if she had known about the weapons that he still had in there, she would have killed him herself.

It was nearly two in the afternoon now meaning that it was around eight in the morning in Italy. Bianca would be awake by now. He rang her number up, hearing as it rang.

"Hello?" her sleepy voice made him chuckle.

"Good morning sleepy head" His voice was warm.

"Good morning" she mumbled," wait, how are you calling me?"

"I uh.. have something to tell you" he muttered, still internally debating on whether or not she should know about what he was doing for Matteo.

"Tell me" her voice was sharper meaning she was properly awake.

"I am out of prison"

"You are?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah... I'll be able to come abroad with you in a while."

"How..."