Chapter 94. Bloody Liar

ALESSANDRO

People can sense and identify different things at different weird times even in their subconscious.

For most people, it’s their favorite song.

For others, it is their favorite scent and then for the freaks, it’s their special someone.

But for me, it’s the sound of a gun.

I’m very familiar with that sound that even if I was in a deep sleep I would know it when I hear it.

It’s not instinct.

It’s familiarity. Friendship, you can call it.

I’m very conversant and overly familiar with the gun.

I’ve handled it since I could barely differentiate good from bad.

I knew every fucking thing about a gun.

The way it’s made.

The way it’s set up.

The way it is handled.

And the way it smells.

I know firearms like the letters of the alphabet.

And right now when most people in the ballroom were ducking and the ladies were screaming while the men and the guards pulled out their weapons and aimed a