"Your fighting style is cool and great!" Gilbert praised.

"You're no less great than me either, I didn't expect a paralyzed man and an idiot to have such a great fighting style than a hitman," La Rossa's faint smile graced her face.

"Are you complimenting me or mocking me?"

"Both,"

Gilbert flicked La Rossa's forehead, "awh.., it hurts."

"It hurts? I can't believe it!" Gilbert teased La Rossa, knowing that the girl was only pretending to be in pain. How could a girl who had scars all over her body be in pain just from getting a mere nudge.

"Whatever!"

They argued all the way, La Rossa riding Gilbert's sports bike. He took her to a building that looked rundown as if it was uninhabited.
"What is this place?" asked La Rossa in surprise. She knew it was a resting place that had long been abandoned by its owner, and there were rumors that it was haunted.

"You'll find out later," Gilbert led La Rossa into the building.

"Boss!" Greeted Jonathan, Gilbert's assistant.

"Miss coming too?" Jonathan asked happily. His master had finally found the love of his life.

"Jonathan?" greeted La Rossa flatly.

Gilbert took La Rossa further inside, he brought her to the front of a room, he then opened the room.

"Come in, get some rest!" Gilbert ordered.

"Where are you going?" asked La Rossa.

"I'll see you later," Gilbert replied.

La Rossa walked into the room, she cast her eyes around the room. It was clean, and didn't even look like a room that had been unoccupied for a long time.
"Who occupies this room?" thought La Rossa.
She then looked around and touched every piece of furniture inside. "No dust, really clean," La Rossa muttered.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wandering around. La Rossa's eyes locked on an old, black, wood-framed photograph on the nightstand beside the bed.
She got up and walked over to the nightstand, picked up the photograph and examined it intently. She frowned, the face seemed familiar. But she had never seen it.
He continued to scrutinize the photo. A beautiful woman with blue eyes and a sharp nose exactly like Gilbert's. "Ah! Yes Gilbert, she looks like Gilbert," La Rossa murmured.
"Her eyes and nose are very similar to Gilbert's, but who is she? Could she be his sister? But Gilbert is an only child. Or is it his mother?" La Rossa murmured again.
"His mother? No way! Gilbert's mother is Tante Magdalena," La Rossa continued to wonder to herself.
She put the photo back down. La Rossa decided to clean her body, which felt so sticky. She went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and started wiping her entire body.
She did not take a shower, as her entire body was covered in bandages. After cleaning her body, she immediately lay down on her body which felt tired and exhausted after almost a day of fighting against the Vangsed leader, Komrad Manuev and his men.
La Rossa was wearing a loose T-shirt and knee-length shorts. She tried to close her eyes, but could not. It had been a long time since La Rossa had insomnia, she had trouble sleeping.
La Rossa reached for her cell phone and opened her social media, looking through it just to get rid of her sleeplessness.
Her cell phone rang, Jhonny was calling her.
"Hello Ros!" greeted Jhonny.
"Jhonny? What's wrong?" La Rossa asked.
"You've gone too far Ros! Where's your brain, huh? Why go to Komrad and kill him?!" Jhonny immediately sprayed her with anger.

Jhonny sounded furious when he found out that La Rossa went alone to kill the Vangsed leader, Komrad Manuev.
"I...," La Rossa's words were cut off by Jhonny.
"You know Ros, who he is? He is the younger brother of "BLACK WOLF", the biggest Mafia group in Russia. And its members are spread all over the world," Jhonny explained.
"So?" La Rossa casually said.
"So?! You!" snapped Jhonny, really angry.
"Don't get angry Jhon, remember your hypertensors, trust me. I'll be fine," La Rossa calmed Jhonny down.
"Don't underestimate them Ros, they're not your opponents! I don't know what's in your brain! Come back quickly!" Jhonny ordered.
"I'll be back soon Jhon, after taking care of all the documentation," La Rossa replied.
"Alright, your best friend and I are waiting for you. I don't want to lose you Ros, it's enough for me to lose her and not you," Jhonny's voice sounded so sad.
"Who is she Jhon, why are you keeping her a secret from me? Didn't we promise to be open with each other and have no secrets between us," La Rossa urged.
"It's not time for you to know Ros, I'll tell you later. I promise!" promised Jhonny. I will.
"Okay. I'll hold you to your word!" agreed La Rossa.
"Take good care of yourself Ros. If there's anything, don't hesitate to let me know," Jhonny pleaded.
The phone line was disconnected. La Rossa put down her cell phone, once again trying to close her eyes. Her eyelids were tightly closed, but her heart and mind were wandering through time and space that had traumatized her deeply.
The night was getting quieter, crawling slowly away from the silence. Lonely and desolate, that's what La Rossa had been feeling. Alone in the cruel world.
The next day La Rossa woke up to a hand on her shoulder. Startled by the quick movement, she caught the hand and twisted it.
Her fist flew into her stomach.

BUGH!
"Ah...!" she screeched and shouted.
"Gilbert?!" La Rossa looked up at Gilbert's face, who was wincing from the pain in his stomach.
La Rossa scratched the back of her head awkwardly, she was not used to having other people around her. Even Jhonny rarely, if ever, woke her up by touching or shaking her.
"M-sorry...," La Rossa softly apologized.
"It's okay. How did you sleep? Was it good?" Gilbert smiled sweetly at La Rossa.

"Much better," La Rossa got off her bed.

"I'll wait for you to have breakfast together," Gilbert walked out of the room.

La Rossa cleaned herself up and changed her clothes, and when she was dressed, she went out of the room to the dining room. Last night she had not had time to look around all the rooms in this house. It was more like an inn, because there were many rooms.