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***OLD HOUSE, MIAMI***

"If you want me to, father." He answered and the Maniac nodded but the little smile at the edge of his lips didn't go unnoticed by me.

Why did he smirk?

That's question had been roaming in my head ever since I entered the extravagant room while this Marcus's lookalike sat in the corner of the room with his legs raised up and his head in-between, I sighed out loudly but then frowned when I heard him sniff.

"Hey, hey, are you... Crying?" I asked dumbly and moved towards him only to scream out in agony as I felt a sharp blade cut my forearm skin. I gasped when I realized that it wasn't blade but a sharp knife. "The fuck, bro. Ah." I yelped out and collected the knfie from him. "Did he tell you to do it? Was that why he smirked? Did he tell you to kill me?" I asked in a whisper but he only stared at me with a painful expression and a quivering lip.

I hissed, stood up, and made my way into the bathroom where luckily, a first aid kit lied. "I really miss mom right