Disastrous damage

"Agh! L-let.." Marcos tried to catch his breath but with each breath he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Pedro cradled the man in his arms trying by all means to stop the bleeding on his chest but he couldn't. Blood was oozing out like a fountain.

"Stop talking…I'll have my men take you to the hospital," Pedro said knowing he would make sure Marcos was safe, unfortunately, Marcos let out a sarcastic laugh.

"L-leave me…it's…it's no point…" even if Pedro managed to destroy the room and rescue him. Marcos knew he wouldn't last a day. He was dead, there was no saving him.

"I didn't know, you were so weak," Pedro muttered with a frown and looked around for anyone. He knew his men would arrive.

"Save…save my sister…that monster…he has her!" Marcos struggled to voice out the words but ended up coughing out blood. Pedro's brows knitted together.

"She'll be fine…let's move," Pedro muttered and prepared to get up when Marcos held his hand.

"Don't…I don't have much time…" he said and closed