( Mariana)When I opened my eyes, I was met with a bright white light. I winced, and slowly sat up in the hospital bed. I felt a dull ache in my head, and my body was sore all over. Where was I? I think I was at the hospital but I couldn't remember how I had gotten to the hospital, or what had happened to me. I took a deep breath, and tried to focus on my surroundings. I was in a small, private room, with white walls and white sheets. There was a window next to the bed, and through it I could see a clear blue sky. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a hospital gown. There was an IV in my arm, and I could feel a bandage on my head. I reached up to touch it, and a wave of nausea hit me. I tried to push the feeling down, but it was too strong. I hastily leaned over the side of the bed and threw up into a nearby trash can. Once the wave of nausea passed, I laid back down on the bed and closed my eyes. How did I get here? I tried to remember what had happened and why I was in the h
(Mariana) I flicked my eyes open and quickly sat up which I regretted immediately cause the feeling of nausea came back. I tried to hold it back this time but I couldn't. I puked into the trash can beside my bed. Once I sat up I started to panic, I was worried about Lorenzo, was he okay? Did he survive the explosion? He was so close to me. My heart began to race. Like it couldn't get any worse I remembered Samantha too, she wasn't close to where I was but she could have been hurt nevertheless. My breathing became hitched and I tried gasping for air but it was no use. It felt like my heart was going to explode. I tried to breathe in and out but it didn't make a difference either. Just then I heard a voice."Breath Mariana." It was Lorenzo's. "Look at me. Breath." I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, In and out. It actually worked. I opened my eyes once I felt better and scanned the room I was in. It took me a moment to realize that this didn't look like the hostel,
(Lorenzo)I sat in my office and stared out the window. I was lost in thought, my mind raced with thoughts of the recents happenings. From the sabotages to the bombing to someone's attempt to kill me. For the past two weeks I tried to find out anything I could about it but everything had turned out to be a dead end. I had killed, tortured, mamed people but still I got nothing. I made the streets of New York bleed and all I got were pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together. The blood crust gang, who was their secret funder? Why was it related to me?. The only person who could have answered my questions was Ian and he died in the explosion. Whoever tried to kill me also wanted him dead, it was planned perfectly. They wanted to kill two birds with one stone. They got me at my blindspot. It was the last thing I would have expected. I groaned in frustration and leaned over to pick up my coffee mug. I took a sip of the warm liquid. Suddenly, the door opened and Giovanni walked in."Kno
(Mariana)"Mariana!" I heard him yell as he chased after me. My breath came in ragged gasps. My heart was pounding in my chest and my muscles were screaming from the exertion. My legs were still were weak and I couldn't run as fast as I would have. I could hear Lorenzo's footsteps very close behind me and I tried to push myself to run faster but my legs felt like lead. ince I was still weak. Before I could run out to the road, Lorenzo grabbed my arm and dragged me back. In annoyance I bit his finger and used the little strength I had to pushed him away. He lost his balance and stumbled on the ground. There was a metal rod not too far from me and I quickly picked it up and pointed it at him. My hands were trembling and my head throbbed in pain. If I knocked him out with this I could buy myself enough time to escape. "Mariana, please," he said, "put the rod down. We don't have to do this. Let's talk about this."I looked at him as I held the rod hesitantly. My breath came in short sh
(Lorenzo)Giovanni carefully picked up Mariana and made his way back into the hospital. I sat on the last step of the stairs and stared up at the sky, lost in thoughts. Mariana clearly didn't want to go back to the club but I simply couldn't just let her go even if I wanted to. Things are a whole lot complicated when it comes to her. Giovanni's remark from before crossed my mind. He was right, I could have stopped her myself if I wanted to. I purposely let her get the upper hand. A part of me hoped she would have hit me with the rod and escaped while the other part of me was grateful for Giovanni's intervention. I got up from the stairs and made my way to Mariana's room. Giovanni stood outside Mariana's room on a phone call. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I looked around the room before my eyes landed on her. I moved closer to her and just stood there, watching her. She softly groaned and adjusted her sleeping position. I gently placed my hand on her face, it was warm
( Mariana)The nurse brought out a syringe and a small bottle. She filled the syringe with the clear liquid. What's that?" I asked her. I was starting to panic. I didn't know what drug was in there. She didn't respond but instead walked towards me with the syringe in hee hand.I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the needle. But I felt nothing. I opened my eyes and saw the nurse with the syringe, but she wasn't coming towards me. She was near the drip stand, filling the drip bag with the same clear liquid that was in the syringe. "What was that?" I asked her again."It's just a sedative." She said her voice calm and soothing. "It's nothing to worry about.""What are you saying? I didn't ask for a sedative" The room began to spin as I tried hard to concentrate on her."It's to help you relax and get some sleep Mariana." She said and pushed the cart out of the room leaving me in my helpless state. How did she know my name? Why was I sedated? I tried to think but my mind felt fuzzy, I
(Lorenzo) I laid in my bed, a hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I was thinking about what happened at that apartment some days ago. Benjamin Myers. It couldn't be him. Ben was dead, I watched him die so how was he alive. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Everything was spiralling out of control. I haven't even figured out the first problem and now I had another issue on my plate. That psycho who called wasn't Ben. It couldn't be him, someone had used his name to get to me. But what about the phone call. The voice sounded so clear, It couldn't have been some recording. My mind flashbacked to some years ago when I had killed Tolrez and had just started the McLaren Mafia. I was on a killing spree then, the slightest sign of betrayal and I'd have the person dead. Ben was my best friend and Margot's boyfriend. He was my first right hand man. Things were so good then. He handled a large faction of the Mafia, we were an unstoppable duo. We were both ruthless and cunn
(Mariana)I was getting discharged today. The nurse came up to my room. I stared out the window, depressed. I couldn’t believe I was going back to the hostel, after everything. All my chances to escape have been a bust. It was like the world was just against me.“Hey Mariana” she said. I murmured a reply not bothering shifting from my position. “It’s time to take your last doze.”I don’t answer or pay attention to her. She came closer and tapped my shoulder. “Mariana. Are you listening to me?”“Of course I can hear you. I’m not deaf.” I snapped at her.The nurse looked taken aback by my outburst. She exhaled deeply and sat at the side of my bed. “I understand that you’re frustrated. That feeling of helplessness is a fucked up feeling.”“It sure is” I muttered and combed my hair to the back with my fingers.“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you” The nurse said quietly. “ But they threatened to hurt me.”“It’s fine. It’s what they do. He holds power everywhere.” I rested my back on my pillow