Which Chelsea?
I took a deep breath and gently kicked my foot against the door in an attempt to push it open but I hesitated my movements afterwards, trying to catch a reaction from them. As expected, the other person hurried out as I heard Ricci cursing under his breath. He quickly sat up and I made my way to the bed, trying my hardest to act normal.
“How long were you in there?” Ricci finally asked after several minutes of haunting silence.
“Five,” I replied, getting comfortable on the bed.
“Son of a b***h,” he muttered aggressively before storming out.
This name ‘Giovanni’ has come up too many times and it’s not in any way comfortable. I knew Ricci is a killer but who is this ‘Chelsea’ he is trying to kill?
As I shut my eyes, everything became real- so real and so loud.
“Go
