Celeste;
A few more hours pass and night creeps in like it's owed.
Now, the activities of the casino are in full swing, though the occasional pings and dinging noises can't reach way up here because of the soundproofing and all.
Lethargy clings to my bones so tightly that I let out a seventh yawn tonight.
"Just a minute, Piccola Mia, I'll be done soon." Romano says, obviously noticing my tiredness forming weary lines across my cheeks.
I lean into his chest as he keeps attending to paperwork, striking a sharp-mouthed pen against sheets.
The office room has fallen into silence, their cousin, whom Romano had addressed as Luca, left an hour ago. From their conversation, I reckon he works in the casino as well.
Caruso is seated upright on the couch, legs spread apart and elbows resting on both knees as he buries his attention in his phone.
Could he be texting someone?
The thought sends a dull sensation warming my guts.
