9:55 pm.
I felt a weakness in my knees, as the taxi pulled over at Bronx's hotel.
Five more minutes.
I stole a glance at the taxi driver, who looked bat shit scared of me. Well, I couldn't blame him, I would be too, if some pointed a gun at him and forced him into driving him.
Getting out of the vehicle, I pointed the muzzle at him, "Remember, spill a word of this to the police, and I'll hunt you and your entire family down." I threatened, then trotted towards the hotel.
As I walked through the lobby, Natalia's words resonated through my head.
"You're a ticking time bomb, just waiting to make a huge explosion. Don't pull anymore stupid shit."
For a woman bleeding profusely out of her leg, she still managed to send me a heartfelt glare, just before I made it out of her territory.
