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I nod, my grip tightening on the edge of the door.
“It really can’t. Let me walk you out.”
He nods and follows me towards the elevator. As soon as the doors close, I let out a sigh of relief. That’s the first thing I had to take care of.
32
Harper
The pills didn’t do what I wanted them to, they did help me sleep although I was haunted through every minute of sleep that I got.
Halfway through the night I woke up and puked my guts out. I was sweating and dizzy as hell; it’s a fucking miracle I even made it to the toilet in time. I’ve been in bed for the past two days, hearing Alessia come and go at the door without giving her even a sign of life at my side of the door. My stomach rumbles at the lack of food but I can’t bring myself to get out of bed.
Although I’ve slept for the better part of forty-eight hours I don’t want to get out of bed. I can’t.
Again, a knock sounds at the door, I roll my eyes, irritated because Alessia is trying again to reach me.
“Tesoro…” Her voice is soft and cautious.
I don’t react.
“I know your in there and that you can hear me. Elio just gave me news you might want to know…” Her voice trails off.
She got me curious now, I sit up in bed a little straighter.
“They found them.” she says, barely above a whisper through the door. My heart leaps in my chest.
“Gianni and the other motherfucker are downstairs; I’m going there now.” Silence follows on both sides of the door.
“I hope your okay, baby. I need you to be okay.” I hear her footsteps walk away from the door.
I release my breath.
Are they here? They found them? How? A million questions course through me, trying to figure out what I should do. The house is quiet except for Olivia’s vacuum humming.
Did she say she was going downstairs? Where did she go? There’s nothing down there except the garage, right?
I swing my legs off the bed, the cold floor grounding me as my heart pounds against my ribcage. The garage. What the hell would she be doing in the garage with them? A knot tightens in my stomach as I replay her words: Gianni and the other motherfucker are downstairs.
I walk over to the closet and pick out a tight black crop top and a pair of black leather leggings. I grab the red flower Louboutin’s Alessia wore when all of this started, I could use a little of her confidence now.
In the bathroom I grab the hair wax and style my hair in a long messy mohawk, apply make-up to my eyes and paint my lips red. I take a look in the mirror and a little bit of hope springs alive by my reflection. I can do this; I can face these assholes and look goddamn powerful while I do it. I slide on the shoes and walk over to the room across the hallway, Alessia’s office. She must have weapons in here, I search her desk and bookshelves but I find nothing. My hand glides along the walls, searching for ridges to any hidden compartments. Suddenly something clicks and springs away from the wall.
“I knew it!” I say to myself. I pull away the panel and an arsenal of guns and knives appear before me.
