A long time ago there were 3 brothers, Rozario, Santiago and Valentino. Their last name is unknown but the fact that they were related is, well, even then this was kept a secret from the world.
All 3 brothers wanted the same thing: Power, wealth an...
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Aria's Pov:
Judging by the look on Leo's face, now was definitely not a good time to mess around. He had fury written on his face in caps lock and then bold.
"I SAID. What. The. Fuck. Is going on here?" He repeated
"It seems Lucas Katz is down." Oliver whispered.
For a minuet I swear I saw a look of shock register in his face, yet once more in a minuet it was gone.
"How." He asked coldly.
"Don't know. I was just finding out." Oliver sighed.
"You." Leo glared down at the man who had bough the body in. "You have 1 minuet to clearly explain to me just what the fuck happened here."
The man wasted no time. It had also seemed that he had gathered his mind together, he seemed a lot more calmer.
"Sir! We were patrolling the area when an unidentified man stabbed Commander Katz. I was not on duty with him but I was nearby. The man who was on duty is dead but Commander Katz showed signs of breathing and so I did what I could." He summed up.
Leo's gaze flickered across the mans face, trying to detect a lie or anything.
Paris, who I didn't even notice, moved quickly into action. He placed 2 fingers on the mans neck checking for a pulse, he then muttered something about 'it being bad'
"He's dying." Paris stated.
He then quickly tilted the mans face back, ensuring that his mouth was open and there was an airway. He pressed down on his chest initiating in CPR.
"Come on. Come on. Come on." Paris muttered again and again.
He kept relentlessly pressing down on his chest over and over. Nothing happened. The man lay still. So, so still.
Blood splattered across his face as he just lay there. He wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest, only the black uniform that all the guards wore.
"Paris. Stop. He's gone." Chase whispered out.
Paris didn't stop. He kept going.
"I can save him. I can." He shook his head.
"Paris. He's gone." Mirae's voice broke. I didn't know she was there.
"Shut up. Shush. I can do this." He snapped.
Leo walked over to him and grabbed his arm and pulled him off.
"He's gone Paris. Let it go." Leo sternly said.
"Leo, you don't get it. I ca-" Paris fought.
"THERE IS NO POINT IN TRYING TO SAVE A MAN THAT IS DEAD." Leo shouted back.
Paris's mouth snapped shut. His hands were trembling as he just sat in silence looking at the blood that covered them. He didn't cry. There were no tears. Nothing yet the blank and absent expression he made was far from different.
