He looked at me with anger in his eyes, and his pupils dilated. I was terrified, I thought this was going to be the end of my story. I didn't know how to organize my life and had left it a mess.
“Chi diavolo sei? What are you doing in André's stanza?” (Who the hell are you? And what were you doing in André's room?) He sounded angry, his g*n was on my chin. I tried to speak, even though I didn’t understand what he just said. I was frozen.
"Me," I said and put a hand on his chest to stop him. I'm in my pajamas and don't even have a weapon, so how can I represent a threat? He removed the safety on his g*n and forcefully placed it on my chin.
“Let go of that girl, Alessandro, for God's sake.” Enzo appeared, and I realized I had been saved on time.
“Who is she?” The man who was holding a g
