52. Gia

MATTEO's POV

I paced the room, the soles of my feet treading an agitated path across the floor, the tension in my body radiating outward like a heat wave.

In the corners of the room, Charlie puffed contemplatively on his cigar, a silent observer of my growing agitation, while Alonzo kept vigil by the shelves, his steely gaze never wavering from my erratic movements.

“Maybe it’s traffic?”. Alonzo asked, but I shook my head.

“No. I know she must have run off to somewhere”. I said and sighed loudly. “Why do I have to deal with this?”.

“She wanted to meet up with you. That's all”. Carter said with a smile on his face but as my icy glare met with his, the smirk that had graced Charlie's lips vanished in an instant, as if swallowed whole by the sheer force of my displeasure.

“She’s probably out there wandering the streets of Venice. I mean, it’s her chest time in Italy. Give her some space”. Charlie said, then took a drag of his cigar.