Marked

[Reeves]

With a grin and a wink to express gratitude upon her agreement, Morreti lowered his weapon and pulled a syringe from his belt. Walking back over to Pedro and jabbing it into the neck of the restrained man. "Don't worry, Olivia. It's not lethal. It's a cocktail of truth serum and a certain something in a high enough dose to make pain more compelling." To demonstrate his point, Damian slapped Pedro with the butt of his gun, and it resulted in the man nearly passing out from how much pain that put him through. It was so horrible there wasn't even any strength left in his lungs to scream, he just shivered after the impact noticeably bruised his face.

"Tell me where the girl is, Pedro. The nice lady with the big gun across the room from us doesn't look very patient. And I have my own business to tend to." Without much else to do with the custom piece, Morreti had holstered his gun for the moment. Waiting for Pedro to spit out what he needed to hear. He wanted this to be over with immediately, no longer having the malignant patience necessary to keep chasing leads and setting up convincing traps. This was the end of the line, all that remained was a proper thanks for the help.

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