#Chapter214
Cassandra Lancio
I tried to reach my knife but it's not working. Why did I put it into the inner parts of my thigh. Damn it!
/"Trying to get away?/" Marco entered bringing a small white bag. He put it on the table and opened it. It was a medical thing. He took a pinset and pulled the bullet out. I looked at him disbelief
/"Speechless?/" He asked and he poured alcohol on it and he hissed in pain. I felt guilty for shooting him but it's already happened. I can't say anything right?
/"So tell me who are you working for?/"
/"How did you know my name?/" I asked and he looked up to me
/"Cassandra Lancio? That's the easiest thing to find/" He smirked and I looked away completely piss
/"So where did you put your knife? Want me to help you?/" He asked as he put a bandage around his shoulder and arms himself.
/"Look, I never want to hurt you so why do you guys butt into my business?/" I hissed coldly and Marco smirked
