While the doctor was taking out the bullet from his abdomen, he felt himself slowly being pulled into sleep. His friends were present, and they had brought him to a private clinic. He heard a resident attending to Estefan, which somewhat eased his worry for his friend.
When he finally woke up, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen as he tried to sit up. He wasn’t in his own house, but when he saw Lucian sleeping in a chair, he knew he was at Lucian’s place.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” Lucian asked, sounding like a rooster waking up at dawn. With a slight rustle, he was wide awake. Living life in the fast lane and running a syndicate for years had taught him that.
“Fine. How long was I out? Where’s Iris?” Lucian stood up and helped him prop a pillow behind his back. He didn’t want to lie
