69. Shocking revelations

I stared at Giovanni in disbelief, the anger boiling inside me. "He can't be serious," I exclaimed under my breath. That son of a bitch can't be fucking serious"

I clenched my fists, struggling to maintain my composure. I couldn't let Giovanni see just how livid I was. Glancing down, I realized I was still clutching Anastasia's card in my hands. I swiftly concealed it behind my back.

"Calm down, Emily. I'll take care of it," he said with a wink. Take care of it? I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And by 'take care of it' I hope you don't mean anything...unwise," I said carefully. Giovanni let out a chuckle that made my skin crawl.

I spent the rest of the day waiting, fuming, in Giovanni's office - replaying the incident with the card over and over in my mind. What game was he playing at? As evening fell, Giovanni ordered his men to take me home without him.

That night, I tossed and turned, haunted by questions. Where was Giovanni? Who was Anastasia? By morning, I had gotten little sleep.