I walked towards the voice, hearing the silent groan, and then I saw Marcello lying on his back. He looked messed up, way different than when we met him from Russia, but he still had his eyes open. "Marcello!" I shouted as I ran towards him, kneeling down next to him and grabbing his hand that was covered in blood.
"Who are you?" he asked, as eyes dazed, looking up at me with a blank expression on his face. "You are not who I thought you are," he said weakly as he coughed out blood on to my face.
"It's okay," I said with a gentle smile, pulling his hand that was covered in blood. "I'm here to—"
"Wait, you're one of those guys with Rocke aren't you?" he said, now his eyes filled with rage, making me back away as he sat up slowly. "You're working with him?"
