"Her injuries are a real fucking mess..." I muttered, my gaze fixed on the woman's battered face. It was a gruesome canvas of purples and reds, compliments of that heartless bastard Norman. It blew my mind that he'd go to such lengths, even with his own sister. "Well, I guess that's par for the course for the guy known as the Don of the Black Market."
Once I'd liberated her from the restraints, I lifted her lifeless form and navigated out of that hellhole. The diversion I'd set up seemed to have worked like a charm. Now, my main focus was hauling ass out of the Black Market and back to Lord Mephisto. But before all that, I had to deal with her. If she didn't get some treatment soon, she'd be in a world of pain. Failing Lord Mephisto wasn't an option. That was the last thing on my mind. Guiding her into a dark alley, far from Norman's lackeys, I gently propped her against the wall.
