They should never have met.
Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld.
But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard the...
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Maximus
Stepping out of the car I reluctantly groan from the rippling pain of my gunshot wound that seemed to grow with every breath. Trying to put aside the pain I focused on my anger, letting that emotion block the feeling to help me walk up to the Sorrentino estate. My body began to move slow, sluggish as blood loss caught up with me.
My eye sight began to blur around the edges and voices sounded far away. Someone grabbed my left arm, placing it over their shoulder helping me keep walk through the front door. Glancing over to see who is responsible for keeping me upright I see Vinzo, his scared right half of his face next to mine as his body carried part of my weight.
Out of breath I make it through the door into the estate dreading the stairs I will have to take to get to my room.
"I got it." I muttered heading up the stairs, pushing through the pain.
Vinzo snarled, his thick Italian accent being spoken. "Don't be an idiot, your about to fall over from exhaustion, blood loss and pain."
Annoyed I agreed and let him help me up the stairs, somehow making it to the top where we then headed down the hall towards my room. Every step sent waves of pain to my side, every breath seemed harder to make then the last.
Somehow through the torment we entered my room, my body dropping on my bed with a sharp intake of breath and a deep groan from a blinding flash of agony.
Vinzo looked at my side. "Tate should be here soon with the doc."
Flashing him a smile I sent a wink. "Aw Vinzo, I didn't know you cared so much. Maybe we can grab some dinner and a movie."
Clicking with my tongue I wink seductively at Vinzo, the man rolled his eyes grumbling 'fuck off' in Italian leaning against the wall.
I didn't have to wait long till my room's door opened showing Tate strolling in eating an apple like this was an everyday occurrence. Well maybe not every day, maybe weekly or so? Behind him came our residential doctor, Doctor Amir who quickly came over dropping his medical bag beside me.
"You milking it?" Tate asked taking another bite of his apple with a smirk
Scowling at him, Doctor Amir took off my bandage and began to flush the wound. Keeping my attention on Tate I ignore the pain. "Have you picked up the others? We had to separate."
Tate finished chewing his apple with a deep sigh. "Kiko and Alek are in the Hospital and Nate was dead by the time we got to the shipping crates. Don has closed down the area having men find out what the fuck happened."
Twisting my neck, I heard it crack, my jaw snapping down when Doctor Amir began to poke the wound. "You're lucky Maximus. The bullet went through, close to the edge of your side. I should be able to stich it together with no problem."
