Marco's POV
I was losing it; blood, sanity, life.
Driving to my penthouse was a miracle. My pants were soaked with my blood, down to the leather seat of my car.
Once I pulled over to a random spot, I crawled out of the wheel, feeling my heart beat faintly each passing minute.
I barely had an hour left.
Dragging out the fucker, Lucas tumbled down with a heavy thud. He was already struggling in the bag.
Thankfully, I had him cuffed and chained, else, I might be his victim in my own territory. Groaning and biting down pain, I opened the zip lock to allow ventilation, before stumbling into the main house.
Schwartz.
I desperately needed to call him, but I needed this location to be discreet.
Finally getting to the bathroom on the ground floor, I loosened my soaked shirt from m
