Chapter 23

"Do you remember?" Bras had entered the living area in his tux. "Yeah, kill all the Italians." Diego rubbed his temples as room service cleaned up after us. "No." Bras sat beside me on the couch. The woman had sped up her cleaning. "What?" He looked around at everyone's irritated faces, It was 5:30 and we were all severely hung over. I beckoned to the very Italian maid who frantically cleaned faster. "Oh, my bad, just kill her." He looked at the woman and shrugged as if her life had no meaning, I know I was no saint to this type of behavior, I had a tendency to act the same way under certain circumstances, but in all she is still very much human and hasn't done anything to upset anybody, therefore his remark was clouded and unnecessary. "What is wrong with you?" Cynthia fixed her dress, she was obviously just as annoyed as everybody else with her husband, she knew he shouldn't have said what he said to begin with, anything to do with killing shouldn't have came out his mouth In