After a short drive, Marcello arrived at the manor. He hurriedly alighted from the car and noticed something was wrong. The manor that was always bustling with activities was unusually silent. It was noon and the sun was high up in the sky. His men were supposed to be in the training ground, sweating profusely, panting and hitting each other till one person was left.
But they were nowhere to be found.
"Careful, young master. Let me go in first. Please, go back into the car" Viktor stepped forward and was suddenly holding a black dagger, professionally.
Marcello wondered where the dagger came from. It was huge enough to fit in his pocket.
"Don't treat me like a child, Viktor. We'll go in together" He said.
Just before he took a step forward, Mario rushed out of the house with his shirt soaked in blood.
Marcello furrowed his eyebrows till Mario stood before him, panting.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
