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where: Alley | A few streets away from the Bianchi Estate When: December 11th | plot drop
Alfonso Mancini. The Alvarez. The youngest Bianchi had barely any time to register the betrayal when the first bullet rang... Like a flash, the room exploded into chaos. Screams began to echo throughout the estate as bodies collided in order to escape however they could. She could feel it- the panic, the anger, the fear. It almost made her freeze, until a pair of arms pushed her awake. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Brown eyes strained to see Angelo and Viola, catching only a trace of her siblings as they melted into the fray. Leyla was just about to burst through an opening in the crowd when a bloodied figure with a gun blocked her path. Was that Deran behind him? Instinctively, she managed to catch the man off guard with a hit, wrestling the weapon into her grip. “Deran-!” Leyla could feel her voice get stuck in her throat, her head suddenly radiating with pain...The familiar smell of iron filled her nose as crimson oozed from above her eyebrow...This wasn’t happening...
When her feet hit the pavement, the only thing that Leyla could think of was to run. Not the fact her gun had unloaded on a woman who got in her way. Not that her siblings had disappeared without her in tow. Nothing but the pure need to get as far away as she could. The sound of sirens filled the air like a fog, each one seemingly growing louder as Leyla darted in between cars and alleyways. It was finally when her knees gave way that she dropped to the ground, leaning against a garage. Fingers gingerly reached up to her forehead, coming away a dark shade of red as she tried to catch her breath. The Mancini had betrayed them. It was a twig snapping behind her that made her immediately lift up the gun, barrel pointed at whoever was there. “Get the fuck away from me!”
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