“I've found everything about her,” Angelo announced, stepping into the room. Giovanni turned quickly to face him, his glass of drink whirling in his hand.“Who is she?” he asked, sudden panic surging through him. He could explain the feeling he suddenly felt at the pit of his stomach.“Mia Dante, born February, nineteen ninety eight, She's twenty three. She's from Florence, works for the government, and is an orphan.” Angelo listed out and he heaved a sigh of relief at his revelation.“Any bad records on her?” he questioned.“None that I can lay my hands on,” Angelo replied, watching his gaze. He watched him relax after the statement.“Good.” He replied, drinking from his glass. Angelo stood there, watching his brother, his mind going into wavy thoughts. He still didn't trust the girl, but he had no say now that he could find nothing on her.“Are you gonna let her stay here?” he questioned after Giovanni had dropped his glass.“Huh? She's gonna stay until she's fit to return,” he repli
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