And here is where things really go to hell. (Also, I played around a little with Gold Experience's powers here. It's up to you whether you think this could work or not. I just decided to pull a Jim Butcher and beat the hero up too much before the final fight)

Chapter Seven

Carmen woke to warmth, wrapped in someone's arms.

She lay there for a long moment, basking in the comfort, feeling Leone's breath against the top of her head, his chest expanding gently against her back. Last night had been…Carmen exhaled slowly, muzzy from sleep and pleasure as she replayed flashes of Leone's loving attentions; gentle, yet firm hands exploring her body, his lips lavishing every inch of her with assertions of his care and, yes, even love. It was insane to think of. Not only that Carmen had managed to fall for this man, but that he seemed to reciprocate the feeling.

Carmen closed her eyes again, snuggling back against Leone's strong, lean frame, loving the lingering scent of his cologne clinging to the sheets and her skin alike. She could sleep like this for years.

And yet, she should probably see what time it was…

She pried her eyes open again and craned her neck to see the clock on Leone's bedside.

The first thing that shocked her was that it was after nine in the morning and the next…

The date stamp in the corner clearly said Saturday, which meant…

"Oh shit," Carmen hissed, all the terror crashing back down. She hadn't even thought about it, but…she'd missed her shift at the lounge last night. Lucien would be furious. Maybe if she ran there, begged to work extra time, he wouldn't…

She oh-so-carefully extricated herself from Leone's sleeping form, grabbing his robe and hurriedly throwing it over herself as she rushed back to her room, dressing before rushing downstairs.

Maria was sitting in the living room, reading while Rose lay on the couch next to her, cooing happily. Carmen's heart clenched, but her baby at least was safe, and that's all she cared about.

Maria looked up with a smile. "Oh, Carmen, did you rest well, cara? I left some breakfast things out in the kitchen for you…"

Carmen shook her head. "No. I…Maria, I need to go. Do you mind if Rose stays here for a little longer?"

Maria furrowed her brows. "Of course not, but, I don't know if you should be going out right now."

"I—I just need to take care of something. Then I'll be back," Carmen told her and turned away before Maria could protest further.

Carmen grabbed a taxi and had it take her directly to the lounge, deciding it was better not to prolong the inevitable. Her hands were shaking as she got out and paid the driver.

"Carmen!"

She spun around to see Danielle and Sabrina hurrying toward her, they're faces full of concern.

"Where were you?" Sabrina asked, concern in her eyes.

"I know I missed work last night, but I…forgot," Carmen said.

"I tried to cover for you," Danielle told her. "Said you caught a stomach bug, but Lucien didn't buy it. He's pissed."

Carmen's stomach twisted in terror.

"Honey did you just wake up? Your hair…" Sabrina fussed, quickly grabbing a hair clip from her purse. Carmen grabbed it and fought to gather her hair on the back of her head before Danielle pursed her lips, reaching out and running a finger along the underside of her jaw.

"You might want to leave it down," she said, showing Carmen the smear of black lipstick she had collected.

Carmen gave up, handing the clip back to Sabrina, fighting the tears away. Everything had been so perfect last night for the first time in forever, and now…

"You want me to go with you?" Danielle asked.

"No," she croaked, clearing her throat. She steeled herself and headed inside.

She could hear Lucien talking to someone in his office and tried to banish the fear from her face as she hurried toward the back.

"Well, look who finally showed up," Lucien sneered as he caught sight of Carmen. "Where the hell have you been?"

"I'm sorry, too many things happened yesterday and I forgot what day it was…"

Lucien was on his feet in an instant, looming over her. "You know what, bella? I'm done with your excuses. You beg off work all the time to begin with, and now you just decide not to show up at all?"

"It was an accident," she pleaded.

"Well, it's not an accident that I'm revoking my protection," Lucien said with a vindictive sneer.

Carmen blinked. "What?"

"Yeah, had a little chat with your ex, Drago. Told him what's what. However, I like you, so I'll offer you a deal. You can stay on here, finish out the five-year contract we signed—and if you can't work the corners, you can dance. But you'll be working every night."

"And what if I just leave?" Carmen demanded.

Lucien raised an eyebrow. "What? You don't remember? You were so desperate when you came to me that you promised if you ever broke your contract, there would be a payout."

Carmen's heart flipped. She had forgotten that; god, why was she so stupid?

"Unless you can schmooze that mafioso of yours to give you the money, which it seems like you're well on the way to doing anyway."

"So, you won't let me leave?" she asked quietly.

"What did you think, Carmen? You're out of favors from me, you're lucky I don't hand you over to that bastard Drago myself."

"Don't you get it? You already have!" Carmen snapped and Lucien's face darkened. He raised a finger warningly.

"You should be grateful. Now go clean yourself up and get ready to work tonight."

Carmen turned, not knowing what to do. She knew in reality, she should go back to Leone and his team, beg for help, but her pride couldn't allow that. And really, Rose was safe, wasn't she? What did she care about anything else then?

So she headed back to her apartment. Danielle had boarded up the door as well as she could, but Carmen didn't really care. She tried to keep from crying as she grabbed her make-up, tried to cover the bruises from the day before, her hair hiding most of the welt on her forehead.

The bruises on her neck stood out even more today and she looked away instantly, remembering the feeling of Drago's fingers pressing in. Terror overcame her as she fully realized what this meant. Drago could literally be on his way there right now.

Carmen glanced over at the kitchen table where the bouquet of flowers Leone had sent her the day before still rested, somehow looking just as fresh as before.

She knew what she should do. She crossed the room and grabbed her phone.

"What?" Leone's voice snapped.

"Leone?"

He exhaled sharply. "Carmen? Is that you? Where are you? Are you all right?"

She took a shuddering breath. "I—I think I might be in trouble."

"Are you at the apartment? Hold on, I'll be there soon."

Carmen took a shuddering breath, already feeling a bit of relief knowing Leone would be there soon. She didn't know what she would do after that, but she didn't really care either.

"So, who is this Leone?"

Carmen spun around sharply, dropping the phone as the broken door pushed in and Drago and his two goons entered the apartment.

"Stay the hell away from me!" Carmen snarled, groping for a knife from the kitchen counter behind her.

Drago just smirked. "Oh, I don't have to stay away from you anymore. Had a little chat with your pimp earlier. Said you were free game now."

"You're wrong," Carmen snarled, grabbing the knife finally and brandishing it at Drago.

"You think that scares me, puttana?"

Carmen lunged forward and sliced Drago down the cheek before he could reel back.

"You little bitch!" he snarled, putting his fingers to his face.

Carmen ran for the door, but the other men caught her, wrestling the knife from her hand. She kicked and screamed but knew no one from the apartment would come. She was wrestled into a chair, held down as Drago grabbed the kitchen towel and pressed it to the bleeding cut.

"You got me good, I'll give you that. But I'll repay you for that later, bambina. In the meantime, I'm interested to see who shows up for you. May as well take him out now so he won't be a problem later. What was the name you said on the phone?"

"Leone," one of the goons provided.

Drago tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Leone, hm? See, I know one Leone—Abbacchio—who works for that bastard Bucciarati. You sure know how to pick them, Carmen."

"He'll kill you," she snarled.

"I doubt that," Drago said with a lazy shrug. "It makes sense now though, where you got all that money. Everyone knows Passione is loaded. Especially the ones who work directly under the Don."

Carmen struggled as the men began tying her up and Drago leaned over her from behind, grabbing her chin and raising her head. "So, I think I want you to watch us beat him down a peg. Show you that I'm the only one strong enough to protect you, bambina." He pressed wet lips against her throat and Carmen snarled and pulled away.

"You touch him, and I'll kill you," she spat.

Drago just gave her a patronizing smirk and grabbed the towel again, twisting it up and forcing it between her teeth. Carmen struggled as he knotted it tightly behind her head. She watched in terror as the two goons grabbed the clubs they had brought with them and took position on either side of the door.

"Now all we have to do it wait."

Abbacchio woke to a cold bed.

There wasn't anything unusual about that, of course, but when he should have woken up with Carmen still safely wrapped in his arms, then it was slightly disappointing.

But she had probably gotten up to see to Rose. After all, it was…

Abbacchio groaned as he saw how late it was. He yanked the covers off and hurried out of bed, grabbing clothes. Why the hell hadn't someone woken him up? Bucciarati was probably already working. His foot tangled with something on the floor and he looked down, confused to see Carmen's night clothes still on the floor where he'd—er—tossed them last night. That was slightly odd, but his robe seemed to be missing, so she'd probably just borrowed that.

Still, he couldn't deny the unease he suddenly felt. He rushed downstairs, hoping someone had made coffee, and found Maria and Trish playing with Rose on the living room floor.

"Hey, you two know where Carmen is?" he asked.

Maria glanced up. "Oh, she left earlier, Leone."

"You let her leave?" Abbacchio suddenly demanded.

"What's wrong?" Mista asked as he came in with Narancia.

"Neither of you have seen Carmen?" Abbacchio asked.

Mista shook his head. "Not all morning."

"She just asked me to look after Rose, Leone, she'll be back," Maria assured him.

Mista bit his lip. "Unless…you don't think she decided that since the baby is safe here, she just…left? For good?"

"Mista," Maria admonished.

Abbacchio grabbed the front of his shirt angrily. "She wouldn't do that! And she could actually be in danger right now!"

"Sorry, Abba, I didn't mean anything by it," Mista apologized quickly.

"Where's Bruno?"

"He and Giorno already went off to look into a few things."

Abbacchio growled, and was about to say something else, when his phone rang in his pocket.

He hurriedly snatched it. "What?" he demanded.

"Leone?"

Relief washed thought him briefly as he heard the voice. "Carmen? Is that you? Where are you? Are you all right?" he demanded.

Her breath shook on the line, and his unease came tumbling back. "I—I think I might be in trouble."

"Are you at the apartment?" The others were watching him worriedly and he was sure his face was pale. "Hold on, I'll be there soon."

He barely ended the call before he was already heading to the door, grabbing keys.

"Hey, you need help?" Narancia asked as he and Mista followed.

"No, I'm just gonna go bring her back here," Abbacchio said. "Tell Bucciarati if he asks."

He left before they could say anything else and drove as quickly as he could to Carmen's apartment.

The broken door was slightly ajar when he got to her room and he reached out cautiously, knocking. "Carmen? It's me."

He pushed inside without further investigation, which turned out to be a mistake.

Something slammed into the back of his head and Abbacchio dropped, trying to figure out what had even happened before there was a muffled shout, and hands were on him.

"Get off!" Abbacchio snarled, trying to wrench out of the grip of whoever was holding him, before something slammed into his stomach and left him doubled over and heaving.

A hand buried itself in his hair and wrenched his head back, revealing Carmen tied to a chair and a man with an oily smile and cold eyes standing behind her.

"Let me guess," Abbacchio spat. "Drago?"

"That's right," the man said. "And you're Leone Abbacchio, the disgraced bastard cop who got his partner killed. I had a little laugh at that you know, especially since you joined Passione afterward. I'm sure the irony didn't escape you."

Abbacchio sneered, refusing to be egged on.

"It makes sense, you and Carmen, both of you majorly damaged screw ups. It's almost like you're meant for each other. Too bad that's not how it's going to turn out." He leaned over and kissed Carmen's jaw. "But she was mine long before she was yours, Abbacchio. And I've come to take her back."

"You son of a bitch!" Abbacchio snarled, lunging forward, Moody Blues about to burst out to help in the fight, before he took another blow to the head.

Abbacchio slammed into the ground and took a heavy blow to the ribs. He gasped, attempting to curl up and protect himself, but the blows continued to rain down, heavy blows from the clubs and boots slamming repeatedly into his stomach and lower back. He let out a ragged gasp as he felt a rib crack.

Carmen screamed past her gag, fighting as Drago untied her, hauling her up and keeping her pressed tightly against his side.

"There, see? He can't protect you either. Looks like your only choice is coming with me."

Abbacchio fought to push himself up under the rain of blows. "Carmen!" he gasped.

Drago glanced back at his goons, wrestling the struggling woman out the door. "Finish it."

Carmen screamed and Abbacchio barely saw the blow coming in time. It slammed into his head and there was just blackness after.

"I think he's coming to."

"Thank god. Leone, can you hear me?"

"Alright, that's all I can do here; can you close the zipper now?"

Abbacchio felt something tugging at his scalp in an unpleasant sensation and tried to open his eyes, not knowing what was happening, only that he remembered that he needed to get up.

He groaned, and shifted, only to have his body explode in agony.

"Easy, don't move." Bucciarati's voice filtered into his ears in a way he was finally able to recognize. "Giorno, how's he doing?"

"I was able to repair the internal bleeding but he's still got a couple cracked ribs and a lot of bruises we'll need to keep an eye on."

Abbacchio groaned again and finally managed to open his eyes fully, seeing the blurry forms of Bruno and Giorno hovering over him. His head was propped on Bruno's knee as the other man held it still with both hands cupped around his jaw.

"There you are," Bruno said with relief in his voice as his eyes met Abbacchio's.

"Wh 'app'nd?" Abbacchio slurred, tongue heavy. He glanced down briefly to see Giorno and Gold Experience bent over his chest, Sticky Fingers also hovering to one side. Before Abbacchio asked the golden Stand disappeared and he felt another all too familiar tug of one of Sticky Finger's zippers across his abdomen before Giorno began to lace up his shirt again. The boy's fingers grazed across his right side in the process and he gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain.

"Sorry," Giorno apologized. "You took quite a beating." He held up his hand then with three fingers. "Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

Abbacchio ignored him, taking in his surroundings. Where…? Oh, he was in Carmen's apartment…

And, finally, memory flooded back in. Getting attacked as soon as he stepped through the door, Drago hauling Carmen away…

"Carmen!" he grunted, again trying to move, but holy shit he hurt everywhere. Pain pierced his head behind his eyes and he slammed them shut again.

"She's not here, I assume she was taken," Bruno told him grimly. "The others are looking into Drago's location right now. I'm guessing it was him?"

"Yeah," Abbacchio gritted out. "Let me up."

"You're severely concussed," Giorno admonished. "I did what I could, but you should probably be in the hospital."

"Fuck that," Abbacchio snarled and struggled again. Finally, Bruno had mercy on him and eased him carefully upright. Abbacchio's vision blanked as his head pounded and spun, his aching guts roiling with nausea.

He didn't realize he was sagging in agony until he finally became aware of his surroundings again and found both Bruno and Giorno holding him up.

"Abbacchio…" Giorno said quietly, worry clear in his voice.

"Just…leave it," he gritted out, reaching up to clutch his head as the pounding began to subside again, slowly.

"We'll get her, I promise," Bruno told him firmly. "But we can't do anything until we know where she is. So, until then, we're going to get you into bed."

Abbacchio didn't have the breath to protest as they carefully got him to his feet and he did his best to walk down the stairs and to the car. He faded in and out on the ride back home, the movement of the car making him sick. The only thing keeping him from throwing up was the thought of just how bad the action would hurt with his abused ribs and guts. The worst part was that, despite how anxious he was for Carmen, he couldn't deny he was grateful when he was finally allowed to collapse into his bed, pounding head cradled gently by the pillow.

"I'll tell you as soon as we know anything," Bruno promised him after somehow wrestling him out of his bloodstained clothes without Abbacchio noticing—probably Sticky Fingers' doing.

He grunted in reply, eyes closing, unable to stop them. A blanket was pulled over his battered form.

I'm sorry, Carmen, he murmured, feeling like a failure.

Carmen continued to struggle the whole time, even when Drago slapped her across the face hard enough for her to see stars before having his men practically carry her inside the house. Carmen's heart clenched in fear. She had hoped never to see this place again and here she was. And Leone…

She couldn't help but sob past her gag as she thought of him. Drago and his goons hadn't given him a chance. She didn't even know if he was…

She was dragged into the room she used to stay in and thrown unceremoniously onto the floor, the fall knocking the breath from her body.

Dragon strode in, looming over her, obviously enjoying himself.

"It's nice to have you back. I don't take kindly to my things being taken from me, you know." He bent down and grabbed her face in his hands, finally ripping her gag off. He smirked and bent to force his mouth against hers.

Carmen snarled and bit his lip, causing him to pull back with a shout, blood dripping down his chin.

Carmen spit. "Get the hell away from me!"

"You bitch," Drago snarled and slapped her, cutting her cheek with the ring he was wearing. Carmen glowered up at him.

Drago yanked a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to his lip. "You had better learn to behave, putanna, or your stay here is going to be extremely unpleasant."

"I don't belong to you anymore," Carmen said firmly, getting to her knees.

Drago chuckled darkly. "So what? You're waiting for that wash-up Abbacchio to come for you? He's probably dead by now with those injuries, sweetheart."

"Yeah, I felt his skull crack on that last blow," one of the goons said with satisfaction.

Carmen refused to let the tears fall, but one still slid out anyway. Leone…god. She couldn't even think about him if she wanted to have the strength to get out of here. At least Rose was safe.

"You don't want to behave, well, that's fine with me, Carmen," Drago told her. "You will eventually, regardless. I'm not above pumping you full of the good stuff and stringing you out until all you're capable of is begging for the next hit—and doing whatever I want you to for it. Just like in the old days."

"You think I'll let that happen, you son of a bitch?" Carmen demanded. "Bite me, stronzo."

"Oh, I'll bite," Drago said with a leer. "You'd probably like it too, hm?" He turned to his men. "Untie her for now. We'll let her cool off a little in here."

They came forward and untied her hands and feet. Carmen instantly pushed herself up, lunging at Drago who caught her around the throat, holding her at arm's length.

Carmen clawed at his arm, but he only squeezed tighter.

"Careful, bella, remember what I do when I'm displeased with you."

She snarled. "I'm not afraid of you anymore," she gasped out.

Drago cocked an eyebrow at her. "Really? Well, that makes you the fool then, Carmen. Because when I'm done with you, I'll make you forget there ever was a Leone Abbacchio."

He shoved her backwards hard to fall on the bed before he beat a hasty exit with his men.

Carmen pulled herself up, holding her throat, gasping for breath as she heard a lock engage on the other side of the door.

She staggered upright and ran to it, slamming her foot into the door by the knob, but it didn't budge. It seemed to be reinforced. She slammed against it several more times before she gave up, sliding down to sit with her back against it, gasping out sobs as she hugged herself.

If no one was coming to save her, then she had to get out of here herself, but how? At the moment, Carmen was just so tired that she could only collapse under the weight of all the emotions that were overwhelming her.

Terrible dreams assaulted Abbacchio's sleep, blood, screams, and desperation. He woke with a gasp, started to jerk upright, before pain crashed into him and he croaked out a soft yelp.

"Careful."

The quiet voice was accompanied by a soft hand that pressed against his shoulder before moving up to thoughtfully push away the hair sticking to his sweaty face. Abbacchio pried his eyes open, wincing in the light to see Maria sitting by his bed, cradling a sleeping Rose in her arms. She smiled sadly at him.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit," Abbacchio croaked. In more ways than one. "Did they find her yet?"

Maria shook her head, holding the baby closer. "No. But I think they're almost onto something. A tip came in a little while ago."

Abbacchio reached up to cover his face. "I can't believe I let them get the drop on me."

"You didn't know."

"I should have. I should have brought backup. If I had, Carmen would still be safe." He winced as his ribs protested with even his smallest movement, and his head. He reached to his temple which was throbbing and swollen, feeling the tell-tale lump of one of Bruno's zippers there under a swatch of gauze.

"Careful, you apparently had a cracked skull but Giorno was able to fix it," Maria told him, reaching out to pull his hand away.

Abbacchio cringed and wrapped his arm around his aching abdomen. "Sounds about right," he said weakly.

Maria took a quick breath. "Look, it's my fault really for letting her go, I should have known better…"

"No, it's not your fault," Abbacchio said quickly, shaking his head before he thought better of it. "She got past me first, I just didn't think…" He couldn't say any more and simply shook his head again despite the pain.

Maria reached out and gripped his hand, squeezing. "We'll get her back."

He was silent as the door opened and Bruno peeked in, coming fully inside when he met Abbacchio's eyes.

"Leone, how are you?" he asked worriedly.

"How do you think?" Abbacchio demanded. "Any news?"

"The boys are looking into something now," Bruno told him. "We just want to make sure."

Abbacchio clenched a fist in the sheets, knowing the sense in that, and yet hating that this was taking so long. In the meantime, Carmen could be…

He pushed himself upright, painfully. "All right. Help me get dressed," he demanded.

"Leone," Bruno said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're in no condition—"

"And if it was Maria, would you stay in bed?" Abbacchio demanded. "Because you damn well know the answer to that."

Bruno sighed, closing his eyes briefly before the slump of his shoulders showed his consent.

"Get me some of the good pain pills and some damn pants," Abbacchio snapped, swinging his legs to the side of the bed, fighting the urge to sway, ignoring the fact that he was genuinely dizzy.

Bruno nodded to Maria who got up reluctantly, before he went to Abbacchio's dresser and rummaged for an outfit.

"I really don't advise you going on this rescue mission," Bruno said darkly. "However, I know I can't stop you either."

"I won't be alone," Abbacchio said, and Bruno met his eyes, nodding in agreement.

He helped Abbacchio into the clothes—Sticky Fingers was actually very helpful for that—and by the time he was done, Abbacchio was pale and sweating, arms curled around his waist. He took as deep a breath as his injured ribs could stand and held out his hand. "Help me up."

Bruno grabbed his hand, bracing him by the elbow, and eased him to his feet. Abbacchio swayed, head swimming and grabbed Bruno's shoulder as he found his footing.

"Don't say it," Abbacchio growled as he heard Bruno's intake of breath.

Bruno pressed his lips into a flat line and dutifully helped Abbacchio out of his room and toward the stairs, practically at a crawl.

"You know if you were a horse I would shoot you," Bruno muttered.

"You grew up in a fishing village, what the fuck would you know?" Abbacchio growled, trying to hide how breathless he was. "You've never been on a horse in your damn life."

He eased Abbacchio down on the couch finally and Maria showed up with a glass of water and the requested pills.

"Thanks," Abbacchio muttered.

It was then that Giorno came into the room from the office, doing a double-take as he saw Abbacchio up.

"What is it?" Bruno asked.

"Mista and Narancia checked the place out and the information seems legitimate," Giorno said. "On top of that, it seems like there's some kind of deal or meeting going on there tonight."

"Shit," Abbacchio growled. "So, how the hell do we do this? Do we need to call in more men?"

"Not if I go," Fugo said, appearing behind Giorno.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Are you sure, Fugo?" Bruno asked.

Fugo swallowed but nodded. "I can control Purple Haze better than I used to be able to. I figure we go in, get Carmen, and the rest of you get out while I take care of whoever is left."

"They're not Stand users, so they shouldn't put up any trouble we can't handle," Giorno said.

Abbacchio wearily met Fugo's eyes. "Kid, are you certain you want to do that? You won't have anyone to watch your back."

"Well, actually, I am immune…" Giorno began.

"It's okay Giorno," Fugo said and straightened his shoulders, turning back to Abbacchio. "Yes, I am. Carmen deserves to be given a second chance. She's… she seems to be a good mother, and I respect that. Plus, you know how much I hate scum like that Drago bastard."

Abbacchio nodded—he really needed to stop doing that—and started to push himself up. "Well, let's go then. We don't have any time to waste."

Dizziness caught him before he was halfway up and he wavered before Bruno and Fugo hurried to catch him.

"Shit," Abbacchio breathed, reaching up to clutch his aching head.

"As the person who put your skull and several organs back together, I would really like to recommend you stay home," Giorno said firmly.

Abbacchio growled, shrugging the others off before jabbing Giorno in the chest. "You really think that will work?"

Giorno shrugged and met Bruno's eyes over Abbacchio's shoulder. "It was worth a try."

Abbacchio snorted. "Can't you shove me full of extra life force or something? Isn't that one of the things Gold Experience can do? At least enough to get me there and back?"

Giorno pressed his lips together thoughtfully. "Well…I guess technically I could, but I can't promise how long it will last, and I can't imagine the crash will be pretty."

"I don't give a shit about that right now," Abbacchio said.

"All right," Giorno said reluctantly and summoned his Stand.

Abbacchio stood there as Gold Experience began to glow with the Stand aura and suddenly slammed a hand against Abbacchio's chest.

It felt like electricity was shooting through him. He shouted without realizing it, and staggered when it ended.

"Abbacchio?" Giorno asked worriedly, him and Bruno reaching out to steady him.

Abbacchio took several deep breaths, feeling only a slight twinge in his side. It felt like he'd just gotten a shot of adrenaline or drunk about fifty espressos. He blinked, straightening up.

"I'm good," he said.

"Okay, but remember, you're not healed you just can't feel the pain as much," Giorno cautioned.

Abbacchio nodded and turned to the others. "Come on, let's go."

It was time for Drago to become intimately acquainted with the devil.