Chapter 50

Emiliana

“Ho bisogno di asciugamani,” (I need towels.) Carlos’ companion ordered as he and Carlos guided Giovanni to the living room. Giovanni slumped in a bloody mess onto the couch, staining the covers and cushions instantly. 

I was standing frozen to the spot, while the raven haired stranger was on the phone, speaking fast and to the point. I watched like an outsider, unsure of what to do or where to put myself. The uneasy sensation I felt swirled around me, repeating in my stomach like I was on board a ship.

All I heard was my name repeating over and over, the muffled sounds clearing through the static that invaded my ears.

“Emiliana, dove sono i vostri asciugamani?” (Emiliana, where are your towels?) He shook me gently, urgency surging through, forcing me to meet his anxious gaze.