Act 7: Fork - Chapter 3

Sienna

I key in the code, and the smell of blood hits me as soon as I step inside the room. Dante is slumped over once more, and when he looks up at me, a chill runs up my spine - his face is coated in blood.

“Get me a first aid kit right now!” I say through gritted teeth and stalk towards Dante, who is now wearing a grin.

“You have no authority-”

I pull out my Beretta and hold it against the guard’s head, watching as his eyes widen at my action. “Get me a first aid kit, or your brain will join Dragonetti’s blood on the floor,” I hiss. The guard nods then he walks off to get me what I asked.

“No longer an Outfit Princess, are you?” Dante asks when I sit down in front of him and take his face in my hand to look for wounds.

“You should know this well by now,” I say and take the first aid kit from the guard whose respect I seem to have won. I take out surgical swabs and bandages and get to work on his face.

His eyes are on me all the while, and he doesn’t even seem to blink.

“Why are you