Blood Secrets and Broken Truths
The bloody figure at the door collapsed in Marcus’s arms.
Sophia gasped. “Who is it?”
Marcus looked closely. His eyes widened in shock.
“It’s Lucas…” he whispered.
Lucas was Marcus’s old friend, once the second-in-command in the Mafia. But he had disappeared months ago during a deadly mission. Everyone thought he was dead.
Now he was back. Barely breathing.
“Help me get him inside,” Marcus said, dragging Lucas in and laying him on the couch.
Sophia ran to get a towel and some water.
Lucas's shirt was soaked in blood. His face was covered in scratches, and his right leg was broken.
“Stay with me, brother,” Marcus muttered, pressing on Lucas’s chest to stop the bleeding.
Sophia came back with warm water and helped clean the wounds. Her hands shook.
