Sabito laid her down on the couch gently, careful not to touch the injury that she had on her arms more than he should. He was still surprised seeing her back so soon and worse, in that state . Her face was pale like she had lost a lot of blood, but her eyes remained open, barely still fixed on him.He crouched next to her, his voice low like he was scared someone might be listening, this time it was his turn to say the words.“Stay with me, Lisa.”She gave a weak nod, breathing heavily.“I’m gonna get something to stop the bleeding,” he said, rushing to the kitchen. His mind was spinning.Someone had attacked her. The fact that it was inside her own apartment made the situation more terrifying than it should be.Deep in his mind, he felt that he should’ve insisted she stayed. He should’ve driven her himself. Damn it!He returned with cotton wool and a bottle of disinfectant. Her eyes squeezed shut when the cold liquid hit her wound.“Easy,” he whispered, dabbing the blood off her ch

The sting in his ribs reminded Sabito he was still alive as he was being helped, he could still feel the pain from his torture as his head throbbed, his vision blurred, but he could feel strong arms lifting him up.Confused, he played along with wherever they were taking him to. It was only when he heard Lisa's voice that he realized this wasn't a dream, it was real.All this while, Lisa was beside him, one arm wrapped gently around his back, whispering something and assuring him that he was going to be fine all along. “Come on,” Gojo muttered, dragging Sabito’s half-conscious body toward the exit. “Let’s get you out of here…Be a man you are when I first met you.” For a moment he shut his eyes again, this time, fading away were the memories of all that had happened like it was In a dream.When he woke up again, he was on a couch. His shirt had been removed, leaving his bandaged chest exposed. The room felt warm, but at least he was home that alone made him sigh in relief.There was

The glass in Leonardo’s hand shattered before he even realized he had crushed it. He had been this way since his latest encounter with him. There was this part of him that wanted him gone, but Sabito.... he groaned again, clenching his fists... Sabito just had to remain the thorn in his flesh and refused to die!Blood dripped slowly from his palm, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes were locked on the screen in front of him -“I hate the fact that Sabito got away again,” he muttered through clenched teeth.The room around him was silent, heavy with tension as he was surrounded by his name no one apparently dared to speak. His men stood near the walls, stiff and unsure of if they were allowed to speak as the last man who brought him bad news now walked with a limp.Leonardo stood slowly, the blood from his hand staining his cream-colored shirt. “He should have died that night. I gave specific orders!”A man stepped forward, nervous. “We underestimated him, sir. He wasn’t supposed to have h