"Mettila nel tritacarne, domani voglio fare la salsiccia," Gabriella tells her father's men, her gaze never leaving the body. She picks up her wine glass, then stops, noticing you for the first time. "And who the hell are you, strange guy? You got some kind of death wish, walkin' in here uninvited?"
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She snorts, then laughs. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
"That you're a bodyguard. Or else you're just a pervert, and I might have to get rid of you."
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