The useful stalker.

Carlos came home a few minutes before midnight, his shirt was soaked red with blood.

I was surprised to see he could still walk upright; I ran to him.

“What happened? Where do you hurt, where you shot, knifed?” I was trying not to touch him but I wanted to help. I was very infuriated when he stretched lazily and gave an amused smile.

“It’s not my blood”

Oh, why was I even worried about him? Not like I cared anyway. I dropped my hands to my sides, it felt awkward so I folded them under my breasts.

Carlos didn’t change his bloody clothes.

When Louis got back, we did our progress check.

Carlos’s day had been very eventful, he had discovered where Doom’s precious daughter was hiding and we were going to keep an eye on her in case Doom moved mad.

The girls had been successfully dispersed. Now the battleground seemed fair.

Juan had checked out Doom’s main source of money. It was right under our nose and we didn’t even know.

On the streets that were claimed by Dos Santos, Doom had been using