Chapter 12

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Marcos house

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Marcos house


"Is she okay!?" I yelled, my voice filled with anger. I should've never let her go, she was already injured, and now she's passed out again.

Fuck, if she doesn't wake up right now I swear to god someone's gonna die on my behalf.

Serena's in my room, on my bed while my doctor works on her. "I wrapped up her wound, It didn't go in too deeply. She should wake up in an hour or two. Also she needs rest, and she really needs to take it easy, as she has two stab wounds on her stomach." She said, backing away from her.

"Okay, you're dismissed," I said pinching my nose.

just as I sit on the bed, Max walks in, "Hey is she okay?" He asked with a worried expression.

"Yeah, she should wake up in an hour or two the doctor said." I run my hand through my hair.

I glanced over at Max, my frustration boiling beneath the surface. "What I need you to do is find that son of a bitch," I said, my voice steady yet charged with fury. "Do whatever it takes. Non la faranno di nuovo del male senza essere venuti prima da me." The air around me crackled, heavy with the weight of my words, each one laced with a desperate urgency that made my heart race.

(They won't hurt her again without going through me first)

Max nod his head, leaving the room.

Let me call Tommy, I get my phone out while getting up from the bed walking over to my balcony. The phone ringing, waiting for him to pick up.

"Hey what's-"

I didn't let him finish as I started talking, "I need your help on finding the reaper as they fucking call him. I have a description but nothing pops up on the database, max found something and it set him to this abandon warehouse but it was a set up, there was a bomb in there."

I quickly explain him all the other details, about the reaper, about the information Serena has been telling me, what Alex and his friends tell me etc.

"Shit okay, you should've told me sooner this is a lot of information."

I pinch my nose again, "can you help or not!?"

"Yes I can, I'll tell my people and I'll get back to you soon." Tommy said.

"Thank you." Was the last thing I said before hanging up the phone.

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