DAMON
The room smelled of antiseptics, and I hated the smell of that s**t.
But most importantly, my Cupcake was lying on the hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around the part of her ribcage. It had been four days now, and she had been lying on that hospital bed, looking so f*****g fragile.
"I'm so sorry."
I whispered, holding onto her hands, which were so cold in mine.
"Please wake up, Cupcake. I need you."
I said, hoping she would hear me and magically wake up from her slumber. But nothing. Just the steady beeping of machines.
The door opened, and someone walked in. Without needing to turn my back, I knew who it was.
"Capo, the files you grabbed from Ronald's mansion—you need to see them right now."
Carlo said, and I nodded, not the most interested in talking about Ronald, who was
