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His POV
I woke up with a terrible headache. I drank a lot last night but I wasn't that drunk. I opened my eyes and immediately closed them because of the sunlight.
Wait, sunlight? I have black curtains. Immediately started examining my surroundings. White curtain, white sheets. Yeah I'm definitely not in my room.
Suddenly my memories of last night played out like a movie. Looking over to the other side of the bed I saw that the space was empty and cold meaning she left a long time ago. Cazzo.
Part of me felt sad that she left. But why? I've never felt this way about anyone, but I do now that I will find some information about her.
Without wasting anytime I called my personal pain in the ass, underboss and cousin.
"What's up man." He sounded like he just ran a whole ass marathon. Quello stronzo sta scopando mentre mi parla. (Trans : That asshole is fucking while talking to me.)
"Well it sounds like you're busy, anyways I need you to find some one for me." I got up to search for my clothes .
"Okay give me a name," I heard Shuffling in the background as if he was searching for something. Probably his laptop.
"Emilia. Emilia de Luca." I managed to get her name after 4 rounds of whiskey.
I managed to find most of my clothes either under or close to the bed. Now where are those socks?
"Do you now how many Emilia de Luca's are out there. It could take weeks to find the one you're looking for. Why are you looking for her anyways?" By the tone of his voice I could tell he's tired of my bullshit. Well the feeling's mutual.
"It's personal and I'm not that stupid, check for her info in the underworld." She was at the meet so that means she has some connection to organized crime.
"Oh, that makes more sense." He then started randomly humming. Then suddenly he stopped.
"There is no Emilia de Luca in the underworld."