Book 6: Saints and Rominas

Angelo

The sting in my arm is distracting as Dice and I walk back through the tunnel that leads to the main house. I don’t think it did permanent damage. However, I can’t move my left arm too much without feeling like I’m about to vomit or pass out.

Our boots echo in this enclosed space, and my breathing is coming out in sharp exhales as I struggle to keep my shoulder from swinging.

“All good there, man?” Dice asks over his shoulder, a few feet ahead of me, leading the way back to chaos.

“Yeah,” I grunt in response.

My right arm is stretched in front of me, the gun firmly in my hand. My injured arm is glued to my torso, bloodied knife still in hand. Just in case.

We reach the main house again and carefully step inside the room, studying our surroundings to guarantee no one is lurking around, waiting for us.

The place seems empty, so Dice and I head to the hallway.

I’m desperate to get to the other wing of the mansion.