Both men fell down to the ground. But it wasn't from his bullet. Hell he didn't even fire yet. All eyes turn to Luna…
"I saved myself." she deadpans, as she sets the rifle down, turns around dramatically and walks away limping.
Marco, Mea and Zeno look from her tiny figure, and then at the men who were dragging their bodies on the ground as she had just shot both their legs to stop them from running. They both deserved a more interesting death than a simple gunshot.
"No, no, no, no, no, no f*cking no!! We won't f*cking fit!" Frankie curses as he is shoved into the back of the jeep with Lorenzo, squeezing them both in like sardines in a can.
"Marco, you take them, you can deal with Lorenzo as you please, but leave Frankie for me. I'll take Luna to the hospital."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" She bluntly states. "Don't be ridiculous Piccola, you can barely walk. You need to be in a hospital." He almost yells, trying his best to keep calm.
