CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Who the hell are you?!" Emilia jumped back towards the door after entering her apartment frantically and realising there was a man on her couch talking on his cell phone.

She had tried to rush back as soon as she could after receiving a strange text from Rosalia about having to rush home after her drink was spiked.

Before even waiting for his reply she bolted into the kitchen grabbing a knife from the chopping block holding it in front of her. Maybe this was the man that drugged her?

"I'll call you back" Giovanni stated, keeping his eyes directly on her before ending the conversation. "You must be Emilia" he stood to his feet, eying her up and down, she could not seriously think he would let her stab him with a knife. "What did you do to her?!" She accused him, outraged. He held his hands up in defence trying to calm her down. "I'm the one who brought her home-"

"To fück her?" She interrupted now angrier than before. He shook his head, "Emilia, why would I still be here if I did that? I'm Giovanni, I saw what happened and I gave her a ride home. She's in bed asleep, she's fine she'll be a bit groggy in the morning but other than that she's ok".

"You're Giovanni?" Emilia began to relax as she lowered the knife keeping her eyes on him feeling a little more reassured now. "Rosalia told you about me?" She nodded and noticed a small arrogant smirk beginning to appear across his face. "She said you bailed her out a few nights ago" he nodded before taking his phone out again, "I'm just going to call for a ride ok?" He told her to make sure she was still calm. He quickly called Ricci and told him he would wait for him at the front of the apartment. He hung up and noticed Emilia had put the knife back and walked over to him. "Look I'm sorry" she quickly apologised; "you just scared me that's all" he nodded. "Well that was a completely normal reaction to be honest. I'd be worried if you welcomed me with open arms at this hour" she laughed and started to notice exactly what Rosalia was talking about. He was definitely good looking and gave off a very powerful persona. "Will you be here tomorrow morning?" Giovanni enquired before making his way to the door, she shook her head "I have to go to work"

"I don't have much on so I'll come back to check on her"

"Err maybe you could just call her" Emilia suggested, he was a little intense and she had no idea if Rosalia would want him around after tonight. "I'm not asking Emilia" he replied while opening the front door. "I'll get here as soon as I can".

"Is he back home yet?" Ricci shook his head when Giovanni joined him in the front seat. "Nope, I've been waiting outside his apartment, he must have continued his night elsewhere" he replied referring to the low life who spiked Rosalia's drink and started this entire situation. "We'll pay him a visit first thing in the morning then, not really convenient but either way he's going to get his face punched in".

Rosalia awoke still fully clothed from the night before. Slowly she opened her eyes the next morning and groaned painfully feeling the throbbing in her head. She glanced over at her bedside table and noticed a note from Claudia stating she had to leave for work but did not want to disturb her. She had also left her a tall glass of fresh orange juice. Rosalia smiled and gulped the citrusy beverage down, suddenly realising her thirst. Her eyes glanced down to the P.S on the note stating that Giovanni was coming back to see her. "Fuck" she stated out loud and quickly rose to her feet running into the bathroom to shower. There was no way he was going to see her like this.

"Delivery for Mr. Andy Robertson". Ricci called out knocking on his door early the next morning. He made sure to keep his head down so not to be recognised by Andy through the peephole.

Andy opened the door with a yawn, he was still in his boxers and shirtless. He did not even have the time to react when Ricci pushed himself inside the apartment and Giovanni stepped from the side following them in and slamming the door shut. "FÜCK" Andy yelled instantly recognising the pair from the previous night. He knew he was in trouble.

"Look, I'm sorry ok, I-I didn't know she was your girl, I didn't know she was anyone's girl, she danced with me for Christ sakes how was I to know?"

"So dancing with girls gives you the right to drug them?" Ricci asked, taking long strides towards him. Andy did not dare to answer. He glanced over at Giovanni who was silent and playing with something in his hands. The moment he noticed it was a syringe he was setting up Andy felt a surge of panic inside him. "What do you want? Is it money? I'll give you money" Giovanni the end of the syringe torturing Andy as he noticed the liquid squirt out from the tip. "Please don't"

"Please don't?" Salvatore mimicked, "did she get the chance to plead her case to you last night?" Giovanni tilted his head and looked at Ricci, "Ricci beat the shit outta him for a few minutes before I put this in him" Ricci smiled before throwing punches. They wrestled for a few minutes and once Ricci got him down he did the best to restrain him while Giovanni edged closer. "WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT?" Andy screamed fearing for his life from every nerve ending in his body. When he woke up this morning this was not the way he thought his day would pan out. "I don't know Andy; I wonder what's in this syringe hey? I guess she didn't get to know what was in her drink last night either, at least it was your plan for her not to know, wasn't it?"

Andy was now crying. He was actually breaking down in front of them pleading for his life. Giovanni got down to his ground level and inched closer. Andy knew he had to fight or die. He mustered up all the strength he had left in him and managed to get one arm free from Giovanni and took a quick swing at Giovanni. He clipped him right on his cheek bone. It was not enough though, Ricci grabbed hold of a struggling Andy once again while Giovanni jabbed the syringe into a vein in his arm near his median basilic. He pushed the liquid in and the pair continued to hold his body down until the struggling stopped. They had administered a general anaesthesia. Andy Robertson would not die today, but he would definitely think twice before ever drugging a woman again.