CARLO SCREAMED as he was dragged from his bed in the middle of the night to find himself gagged and bound, surrounded by a group of masked men who had taken him from his apartment. He was terrified, not knowing what was happening or why he was there. No! He couldn't believe this was happening. He was too young to die and his stomach swooped as he was dragged and thrown roughly into the hard bed of what seemed to be a large car. Carlo's heart slammed against his ribcage, the men were silent and lethal, barely uttering a word so he couldn't pick up where they were from.
Carlo's mouth was filled with saliva, his eyes burned with tears as he realized he was probably going to die. This was it. The first person that flashed before his eyes wasn't Lucian, but Marcus. His piercing gaze and fine features made Carlo realize that he would never see him ever again, which cause his heart to kick into overdrive. No. I must see him again.
