Chapter twelve

ELENA POINT OF VIEW

I reached a large metal door and imputed the code before stepping inside.

The fucking intruder was tied up to a chair in the middle of the dim light. Next to him was the square long table I requested for, tools and hardware adorned the top of it. Next to it was an empty metal chair. The guy looks Asian.

Lucio ran towards him rentlessly punching him in the face. I lit up a cigarette as I watched the show.

After what seems like forever, Lucio threw one last punch before he walked over to the table taking a rag as he used it to clean his hands.

I dropped my cigarette and stepped on it as I walked to where the fucker was tied.

I grabbed a syringe from the middle of the table, held it up and flicked it twice.

I bent down, so I was face to face with the bloody man, he looked up at me, his breathing ragged from Lucio's assault.

His arms were tied to the armrest of the metal chair. I ripped his clothes