Marcello shoved his phone into his pocket, wiping his hands clean before stepping out of the private lounge.
He left Fabio behind, but Fabio crawled after him. He was thinking of a way to escape from the bar so he wouldn't be touched by anyone.
The drug has yet to take effect, so he could still walk. Pushing himself towards the door, he froze.
He watched as Eduardo stepped out of a cab, slamming the door shut. Marcello wore a soft smile on his face as if he wasn't the same devil that forced him to drink from that drugged bottle.
Well, he wasn't forced. If he hadn't picked up that particular bottle, he would have been alright.
"Fuck! My heart can't stop pounding. Why is Eddy here? Don't tell me he came to meet... Him?" He grumbled.
Eduardo took off his cap as he walked toward Marcello.
"You're early," he said.
"I couldn't afford to be late, or else you'd block me", he smiled.
