Nestore's POV
"Mr. Cavarallo," A guard called from outside the room, accompanying the doctor in.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The lady you asked us to lock up, she's been behaving frantically, and it looks like she's going to die," He said panicky.
"Do whatever it is that you're going to do; she cannot die; take her to the hospital if that's what is going to save her," I ordered, and he nodded, turning to walk away.
"If she escapes, make sure you do as alongside her because I'll have to see to it that you're all the one who'll take her place," I said, before turning to the doctor.
"Mr. Cavarallo, how did you get these wounds..."
"Your job is to treat doctor, not ask questions, so shut the f**k up and do your fuckin job," Nevio snapped, his voice strained with pain but sharp enough to cu
