For I, a damned man, will walk through hell for eternity, breathing in the fire of the burning scenery I will endure for endless days. Surrounded by the damned like me.
The thought angered him, as red blood seeped on the cool concrete ground.
She’s always with me. When I go, I don’t want to bring her, even in thought, to such a wretched place.
As blood pours from his body, a slight pressure builds up against his ribs. Looking through hazed eyes, he sees a set of unfamiliar eyes, waving a gun in his face. Trying to focus his foggy mind, the image in front of him becomes clearer in the chaotic scene.
A man is holding pressure to his wound, clearly irritated as he yells at another unfamiliar stranger beside him. “Cazzo idiota, la sua gamba! Gli ho detto che la sua gamba sanguinerà prima che lo portiamo dove deve andare. Il capo avrà la nostra fottuta testa!”
You fucking idiot, his leg! I said his leg, he’ll bleed out before we get him where he needs to go. The boss will have our fucking head!
He scoffs, not worried. Aiden knows where this is going, and it will only end one way. He’ll be dead, and order will return to the world. Howard and Ricky know the protocol, so he doesn’t need to worry about Emilia looking for him.