Chapter 21

Chiara

When I heard someone going into the bathroom, I immediately crouched under the sink, holding the fire extinguisher in my hand tightly like it was my last line. Because it just might be.

I can’t see who entered the room, but I can just about make out a figure kneeling on the floor and dipping his fingers in the pool of blood. He gets up and opens the cubicle doors one by one as though to inspect, so I decide that it’s my time to stand and force this fucker to leave.

“Don’t move,” I threaten, reaching up to position the fire extinguisher over his head.

He turns around, which surprises me, so I whack him on the forehead with the metal case.

“Fuck!” the man yells, and he sounds familiar.

I drop the fire extinguisher in shock. “Alessio?”

“Chiara.” He sighs and I can feel his hand on my arm. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“I. . . .” I falter, shaking my head. “I didn’t know who entered and I got scared and I--”

“It’s fine, let’s just get out of here.”

With that, he pulls me out of t