Chapter fifteen

LUCIANO'S POV

At Don Mauro’s warehouse now…

“Jesus...” I can't stand the feeling of seeing her die again in my mind all over again. Pain... I will never allow myself to relieve that kind of pain again.

I failed her yesterday and God has given me a chance to redeem myself.

And against my rationality thinking odds I will just do that, I shove my uncle off on my way as I walk to the glass wall.

Hitting it as hard as I can to try breaking it but nothing happens. I can't stand still anymore as I watch a familiar liquid bottle being pulled out of Cement's pocket. He doesn't waste time.

Cement squeezes a needle into the bottle to draw the liquid into a syringe before injecting it into Keirah's neck. “No……No…….” I shout out loud.

Before Cement can inject fully the content of the syringe into Keirah's neck. I turn around and hold my uncle by the collar. and shout at him. “Tell him to stop right now!”

“Vaffanculo Bullet…”My uncle curses in Italian, agitated with muscles in his jaw twitch