Gabriele's POV
As I stepped into my office, it looked strange. I couldn't put a finger on it but I could feel something wasn't right.
Then my eyes fell on the light bulb and I turned my narrowed eyes to Basilio.
"How many times do I need to tell you to switch off the lights when you come into my office?"
Basilio opened his mouth to speak but then stopped and a frown morphed on his face.
"You switched it off before you left?" He asked me.
I rolled my eyes and walked to my chair. "If I did, would I be asking you about it?" I scoffed.
As I sat down, I noticed one of the drawers with my guns was slightly open.
Then the feeling I felt when I stepped in returned. Someone has been here and it wasn't Basilio.
Basilio wouldn't touch my guns.
"Someone was here!" I said as I went through
