Thinking of this, Jaina laughed at herself again: "If you have more crow's feet, who would dare to tell me?"
Such ignorant people cannot live for long.
Suddenly, her hand in the corner of her eye stopped.
In the mirror in front of her, there is her, and... a person covered in black, who is slowly walking out of the darkness.
"Jonathan?" She murmured, but there was a tremor in her voice.
She slowly put down her hand, turned around, and looked at the man in the suit who walked five meters away: "Are you here to kill me?"
Luke held a Glock in his hand, with a calm expression: "Yes."
Jaina laughed: "That's right. Apart from this, you can't possibly come to visit me, right? Even if we are old friends."
Luke felt a little embarrassed.
In fact, Gianna and John have a bit of it going on.
Of course, the specific situation is that Jaina took the initiative, and John did not accept it.
I have to say that it is really too much for a man to be too handsome.
Gianna is also smart and capable, and there is a super second-generation girl backed by the mountain of the Camorra family. Her appearance and figure are also above average, and with the unique style of Italian women, her comprehensive conditions are no better than those of the upper class ladies in New York Difference.
But John just wasn't interested in her.
Jaina even took the initiative to create an opportunity and came to "be honest with each other", but he just said "I'm sorry", turned around and left.
What's even more frightening is that Jaina, a second-generation lady with a not-so-good temper, didn't bother him afterwards.
He is handsome and capable, that is, he can do whatever he wants.
Even now, Luke can feel in his telepathic communication that Jaina has a lot of fear in her heart, but also has a strong "resentful woman" emotion.
She watched him quietly for a moment, then suddenly reached behind her and unzipped the fishtail dress: "I heard that you fell in love with a woman and quit for her. Point the gun at me, even though I've dreamed about it so many times."
She took off the shoulder straps of the dress with both hands, letting it slide down her waist naturally: "But why, why did you still show up?"
Having said that, she used both hands to take off the dress stuck at her waist.
Luke's eyes flickered: "The blood oath badge. Someone took it and found me."
Jaina paused, raised her hand, pulled out the hairpin on the bun, and let the curly black long hair hang down: "Who is it?"
Luke: "Your brother, Santino."
But he murmured in his heart: Didn't she know that her younger brother Santino helped John complete the exit mission? This is unlikely.
After all, Santino helped and used a lot of Camorra's resources. Jaina and John have such a love-hate relationship, how could they not know it at all.
Jaina stopped holding the hairpin: "Yes, of course it is him."
After staring at him blankly for a moment, she suddenly growled softly: "But why didn't you come to me in the first place? Is it so unbearable for you to ask me for help?"
Luke understood in his heart.
Reality is not female.
Between Jaina and John, it is impossible to follow the routine of "the domineering daughter falls in love with the cool him".
If you get entangled with such a second-generation young lady, you will die.
In order to marry his beloved girlfriend, John chose to quit a few years ago, staying away from the promising career of killer.
How dare he ask Jaina for help? That's because I think my wife's life is too long.
Well, John's wife survived, but she didn't live a few years, and died of cancer not long ago.
So, be a good person!
Thinking about all this in his heart, he didn't answer Jaina's words.
Luke had nothing to say.
This is all John's fault, why should he help that guy clean the floor.
What's more, he was only nineteen and a half years old, a child.
The big sister on the opposite side... can't be offended, can't be offended!
Seeing his appearance, Gianna sneered, took the hairpin in her hand, walked up to the stone platform, stepped into the bathtub, then turned and stood still to him: "I will not die in anyone's hands, I Gianna Dantoni Oh, just die in your own way."
As she spoke, she held the hairpin in her right hand and cut it off on her left wrist, and dark red blood gushed out instantly.
Luke: "... Well, we can actually talk about it again."
Jaina froze: "What?"
Luke thought about it: "What if I'm willing to kill Santino for you?"
Gianna really froze this time, and it took several seconds before she asked in disbelief, "Really?"
"Really." Luke nodded helplessly.
Jaina was silent for a moment, then suddenly rushed over with a smile: "You still don't want me to die, right?"
Luke's heart hurts, and he squeezed her left hand: "Before discussing this issue, should you stop your blood first? Otherwise, you... would be considered suicide?"
Jaina was stunned, looking at the blood gurgling from her left hand, she finally came to her senses: "Bedroom, I have a first aid kit in my bedroom."
A few minutes later, Luke sat on the head of the bed with a calm face, and treated Jaina's wrist wound, and she murmured in his ears: "I don't want to die, I want to give you a baby, let him become a Kemo La's next Patriarch, then I can travel around the world with you... "
Save yourself! big sister. Luke hehe in his heart.
Jaina is bleeding profusely, causing mild confusion.
This woman was really ruthless, she cut open the wrist artery with the blade of a hairpin, and then chattered with him for a long time.
Of course, her condition is not life-threatening, a small amount of blood loss is commonplace for women, and she will be weak for a day or two at most.
Her words were just an opportunity to confess her love to a certain cold and handsome man.
But, I'm really just a child!
Luke was helpless.
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Ten minutes later, a tall and strong African-American man entered the bedroom, looked at the two of them with a slightly embarrassed expression: "John, are you working?"
Luke crossed his legs, sitting on the single sofa and reading a book.
On the couch next to him was Jaina lying with her head on his side.
Luke: "Yes."
Strong African-American man: "Very well?"
Luke folded the book in his hand and put it on the coffee table: "It depends on Jaina, Cassian."
Cassian, a strong African-American man, was taken aback, and looked at Jaina who was lying down: "Miss?"
Jaina held out a hand. "Help me."
Luke wanted to roll his eyes, but John would not have such an expression.
So, he silently reached out and helped her up in her nightgown.
As a result, the woman cast a resentful look, dissatisfied with his distance-filled support.
Luke: "... can we talk about business? I'm afraid we don't have much time."
Jaina gave him a hard look: "You say, I'll listen in, and Cassian will fully cooperate with you."
With Cassian's calm temperament, he couldn't help scratching his head: It's over! It seems that the eldest lady in my family is going to be stupid again! Is Daredevil the man you can live with? This is not enough for you to suffer from the last time.
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