With a grave expression on his face, Davide tilts the lower part of his coat backward to reveal his gun, "I don't play," he warns, staring directly at Cathy, "And I don't like waiting. Any trouble from you and I won't hesitate to blast you down."
Her eyes shift to the silver shotgun on Davide's waist. It looks like it could do some heavy damage when dispatched effectively. Like it could pierce into someone's flesh and rip havoc into any vital organs in its way.
