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CHAPTER FORTY- ONE

Penulis: MARAH LYNN
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-23 05:53:45

Rosalia sat on the floor inside her walk in wardrobe with her cell by her side. She was staring at the medium sized box torn with Emilia's words repeating in her mind. Show him you trust him, even just a little. Or you end it. She pulled the box closer to her stripping it of its lid and stared at the loaded beretta Giovanni had generously given her. He won't change. Emilia's words continued to repeat themselves making her more and more anxious.

She pressed a button on her cell for what seemed like the thousandth time awakening the screen. No new messages or missed calls. She sighed pressing the side button killing the screen once again.

"Fuck you" she murmured a little angrier than anticipated referring to the cell phone. How dare it not provide her with any hope of Giovanni thinking about her.

She picked up the box leaving the lid behind then reached for her cell sliding it into her back jeans pocket. "Fuck you cell, fuck you Gio, fuck you beretta" the incoherent words barely m
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    "Really?" Rosalia stopped dead in her tracks directly in front of the doorman. She sighed, a tired frustrated sound escaping her lips as the man cocked his head to the side curiously. It wasn't every night he saw a woman looking angry outside an exclusive restaurant. Normally she would be elated and grateful, not angry. She was exhausted after the very long day with her boss and boyfriend at work. Giovanni had insisted she spend the last two hours of her day seeing how fast she could run to the vault, lock it behind her and climb into the roof space. All while he sat at his desk with a timer watching security footage of the vault via his cell phone. The only reason she had continued to humour him through the process was because he had eventually promised her a date night. "You've got to be kidding me Gio?" Spinning on her heels to face him she was met by an equally confused look on his face as the doorman's. She stood with a hand on her hip as if he should know what she was wai

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    Rosalia let out a long frustrated groan picking up the pile of cash on her desk for what seemed like the twentieth time. She had already separated the bills into sections the first time she counted them and could not for the life of her work out why they were short. Reaching for her iced coffee with her other hand she brought the straw to her lips enjoying yet another caffeine hit. This was her third coffee; at this point she was averaging one coffee every hour. Placing the coffee down, she returned her attention to the cash rapidly sorting through the bills murmuring the numbers out loud then referring to her spreadsheet for the matching total. She was a perfectionist and this would simply not do. Placing the bundle down, she continued the process with the other bundles of cash constantly checking her findings with her original spreadsheet. Nearing the end of her third bundle she heard the sound of the office door opening. Completely ignoring it she continued to count knowing

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