Leo POV.
When the doctor told everyone what the damage was with Lia. I felt sick to my stomach. Only one word stuck in my head. Barbed. Barbed bullet.
I walk out of the ER and make a call. There is only one fucker who makes different kinds of bullets. Bullets made to cause the most damage. That fucker made the bullet that was fired at my girl. He will f*****g die.
“Hey, Leo. Long time no hear brother. What can I do for you?” The stupid fucker asks. He is known as Death. Because of the weapons and ammunition he creates. He was one of the kids I grew up with in foster. He was a good kid, a good friend and I warned him, f*****g warned him when Ricky was killed to not go down this road, but he didn’t listen and now my girl is suffering because of it.
“Where are you?” I ask, not in the mood
