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Chapter 39
Giovanni
The hollow darkness of my room had kept me awake the whole weekend. To say I was tired was an understatement. I lay on my back, staring at the drapes above me. The whole place reeked of bad money, if there was ever such a thing.
A soft tapping on my door broke me from my sleepless slumber.
“Gio,” the gentle voice called out to me before I heard the gentle sniff. I stepped carefully towards the door, my hand poised on my gun that was holstered inside my coat hanging beside it.
The soft tapping echoed again, this time more urgent. I pulled it open smoothly, the stream of light from the hallway blinding me momentarily.
Emiliana pushed her way into the room pacing back and fort
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