Girl, You Slept with the Don
"Yes, Tiff, you need to get here soon. No, it's not yet another casualty… Hmm, I guess he's just in love. I don't know how long it'll last, but she matters to him. So get here soon, or we'll both be dead."
Honestly, that old man was such a nagger.
At the same time, I was counting the time.
Deciding that Luciano had probably made it out by now, I waited until Dio was about to close the door when I groaned, pretending to wake up.
"Urgh... Where am I? Did I pass out?" I asked Dio, clutching my head with a blank, pained look.
"Oh, thank god," Dio exclaimed, almost dropping his phone as he hurried to me, sitting on the bed as he asked worriedly, "How are you feeling, Ms. Miller?"