Woken up by the 4am alarm, I quickly realise this room isn't mine, but then last night's memories and events come rushing to my mind. How we- The pool table, the bathroom of the club, the bedroom, th-

"Fucking hell"

I'm interrupted by the buzzing of my phone, on which Damiano's number lights up the screen. Its always something or someone interrupting these sweet thoughts...

"Mierda, what is it, Damiano?"

I try my best to not wake my darling sleeping on top of me...

"Har-Ms. DeLaine, we have spotted Luciano, but he's trying to stay low"

Damiano's voice floods through the phone and a wave of frustration courses over me. 3 times. I've tried 3 times yet he ends up alive. How?!

"I'll be there in the main office in half an hour"

I slowly try to lift her off my chest and onto the bed, which I did, but just as I was about to head to the bathroom, her sweet morning voice blessed my ears