Carla
I wander aimlessly around his penthouse after eating, this place is huge! Especially to just be on the top of a casino. I find myself going through every drawer, closet, dirty clothes hamper looking for evidence of what? I’m not 100% sure at the moment. I’m so engrossed in my search through his bedroom I didn’t hear him walk into the room.
“Did you find anything good?” He says startling me to the point I screamed, this must’ve amused him because he laughed.
“Not yet,” I say as I regain my composure. I finally turn to look at him, finding him leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets while staring at me. He’s dressed up like he was when we left, Giovanni. An all-black suit with the top buttons on his shirt undone, patent leather dress shoes to match. Hair slick
