82. Definitely not Room service

A sharp knock at the door interrupts us.

“Who is it?” Giovanni asks gruffly. revealing two men in dark suits.

"Boss," a deep voice calls out from the other side of the door "We need to speak with you. It's urgent."

Giovanni glanced back at me, his expression tightening then he sighs "I'll be right back, tesoro. Stay here, alright?"

I nodded, watching as he opens the door and walks out, closing the door behind him. I hear their voices, there were two other people talking, I tried to listen but I couldn't hear anything anymore.

I lay back on the bed, the silence in the room felt oppressive noq that I was alone. Somehow I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Several minutes passed before another knock sounded making me jump. Giovanni must be back!

Hesitantly, I got up approached the door. "Who is it?" I called.

"Room service," a female voice replied.

Confused, I opened the door to find a woman with cropped, dyed blonde hair standing there with a cart. She didn't look