Desperado

part 69

the smell of expensive cologne wakes me up, i flutter my eyes open and gasp when i see a shadow in the corner of the room

i sit up immediately and rub my eyes to get a clearer view

"oh shit sorry" he whispers

"ryan?" i whisper back

"i didn't mean to wake you" he puts something down on the table

"is this your room, i'm so sorry. i-i just couldn't sleep last night cause of the noise you guys were making" i pull myself off his bed

"it's fine" he chuckles, "giovanni left the two grand in your room by the way"

my eyes widen, "giovanni went in my room?" this isn't good

"yea, he went crazy when he found you were gone but i told him you were here"

i shake my head, "oh god he's going to kill me"

he plays with the button of his shirt, "breakfast is made, maybe he'll let you eat first"

i smile, was ryan actually making a joke? i leave his room without another room and walk into the kitchen, the table was covered in food

wow

my eyes scan everything, there was pancakes, eggs, bacon, hash browns, you name it

i grab a croissant and take a bite from it, i turn around and slam into a body, giovannis.

i take a step back and look up at him, his eyes darting to the croissant in my hand, "hungry?"

my heart starts racing, i don't know how to reply to that. if i say yes will he let me have some food first? i really hope somewhere in his cold heart he will let me eat on a full stomach before he murders me with his own hands

i nod slowly

"have two" he grabs another croissant and gives me it, walking away

i let go of a deep breath i was holding and put the second croissant down, i only need one

he walks to the fridge taking out a bottle of beer, "beer? it's 10 in the morning"

"judging?" he opens the bottle with his teeth, i've never been more fascinated

i would ask how he did that but he would make a joke

"i noticed you weren't in your room this morning, have dirty thoughts about ryan?"

my eyes widen, "ryan? absolutely not"

he sips on the beer, "okay darling"

i grab some nutella and spread it in my croissant before walking over to the couch

my eyes catch the two girls walking down the stairs, dressed now, but their hair was a mess and had mascara running down their face

one of the girls struggled to walk

giovanni has the biggest smile on his face when he sees the girls, "good morning ladies"

"good morning" one says back

"you made breakfast?" the one who can't walk ask

"not for you, a cab is waiting downstairs for you girls. now get out" his smile drops

"what?" she chuckles, "we aren't some ob-" her eyes land on me, "who's this?"

everyone's eyes now land on me, i lift my croissant to cover my face as if it would help

"we can still see you dibshit"

"excuse me?" i drop my poor croissant on the floor and stand from the couch