20. Helping hand.

“How did you know I was being targeted?” Angelo asked for the fifth time since they started talking. He was laying on his back on the bed while Cielo sat on a chair beside the bed.

“That is a secret, but let's just say I stumbled upon a piece of information that turned out to be pretty helpful,” Cielo replied.

He wanted to ask more questions, but he just nodded in response. The questions could wait till later. He had to recover first.

“You have some hours to rest. I'll be back by dawn. We have a lot to talk about if you wanna save your brother.” She admonished and got up from her seat. He watched her pick up some of her things from the table in his room before walking out of the room. He scoffed arrogantly as soon as she walked out. Who did she think she was?

He helped himself out of the bed and walked to the table where his blood-stained jacket lay. His shirt was totally soaked in blood and lay in the waste bin. He picked up his jacket and checked the breast pocket, pulling out the ne