Blood for blood.
In birth and in death.
Our first love are those connected by blood.
And our greatest pain comes from the loss of those we love.
The bond that hurts when broken.
Caleb angrily stormed out of the room.
"Caleb?" Don Phillip called out to him, but Caleb was too angry to listen to anyone.
Carlos DeAngelis walked closer to the bed where his brother's lifeless body lay. He touched the bruises on Collins's face. It was obvious that he must have received a beating of his life from the bruises on his neck and chin before he was shot. Tears rolled down Carlos's eyes before he even realized it. He used his arm to wipe it off.
"Marco Polo." He said under his breath angrily.
"What are going to do?" Don Phillip asked.
"Nothing, I'll do nothing," Carlos replied. "Please send someone to watch over Caleb so he doesn't do anything stupid."
