His gloved fingertips slowly drummed on the wooden desk as he awaited feedback from his partner.

He has been gone for a while.

A ringing telephone sounded from his far right for the hundredth time. It was beginning to get rather annoying so he answered it anyway.

"Buonasera, fratello." He greeted, receiving a hiss from the other line that made him roll his eyes. "Have you been calling me all day to just be uncourteous?"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Giannini?!" He could not deny that the anger in his older brother's voice made him a bit nervous.

He feigned obliviousness.

"Whatever do you mean, Fra' Gustavo?" He asked, a faint smile ghosting his lips. He enjoyed riling up his brother.

His father? Not so much. That would swiftly end his life.

"Do you want to die, Giannini?" Gustavo asked with false calmness, forcing another eye roll.

He had heard that question too many times that day.

"Do you and our siblings now share the same brain cell?" He questioned, hearing something click from his brother's line.

"Let the lawyer go. Now. Maybe Don Ferna would be able to forgive you again."

Giannini frowned.

"Do you think I need the Spaniard's forgiveness?" He scoffed.

He believed Tobias's powers were rather exaggerated. Maybe he singlehandedly took down the German Mafia, so what?

"I have something Eisenfaust did not have. Leverage." He said, his eyes catching the small monitor at the side of the screen. The activities made him smirk.

He would hand it to Alvaro Montez— He had lasted a lot longer than the others.

"His sister was in Eisenfaust's custody when he bombed their estate. Do not think he would not do the same to you." Gustavo warned. "He would have ended Kent's life if Eniola had not stepped in."

He stroked the stubble on his chin.

Should I have gotten her instead?

He kissed his teeth.

That was the original plan until Alvaro basically offered himself as sacrifice.

"These threats would have made sense if he had anyway to find me, brother." He did not mind Gustavo's neutrality.

He preferred a messenger in these situations.

"I destroyed the tracker implanted in the lawyer's arm and his companion had none." For some reason, Gustavo found whatever he said very funny.

"Are you sure she has none?" His older brother asked after a few chuckles.

He felt his eyes narrow.

"Are you saying he can still manage to find this place?" Gustavo hummed in reply.

"I am just saying you should not underestimate Tobias Fernandez. There's a reason he already lives under the radar." The line went dead after Gustavo finished speaking, making Gustavo lean into his seat in thought.

As he did so, there was a knock on the door, followed by heels clicking.

"Catalina." He greeted, his eyes meeting the dark lipstick that put emphasis on her frown. "What is it this time?"

"I want to leave for Sicily this instant." She said, resting a hand on her hip.

He sent her a disappointed smirk but she didn't see it as her eyes wandered to the screen that he had formerly been fixated with.

She looked away.

"You're disgusting."

"Is this your way of displaying cowardice and running to meet Gustavo?" He said, watching her glare back at him.

"If cowardice is what you call being safe and having a bit of sense, so be it." He tilted his head in amusement as she spoke. "I don't want to be here when Don Ferna comes."

He recalled when she told him about meeting the Spaniard. Her story matched with both of his brothers.

Don Ferna was frightening.

"Then leave, sister. Your absence would make no difference in rebuilding the family." He finally waved her away. "And as soon as you step out that door, you are no longer a Berlusconi."

Catalina narrowed her eyes on him, "And what good has that title done for me?" When he said nothing, she continued, "I'll be taking Giovanni with me."

Giannini's eyes widened as he found himself on his feet and her neck in his grasp.

"You can do whatever you want and fuck off but you will leave Gio out of your plans." He said darkly, his grip slowly tightening around her throat.

"Let me go, you bastard-" The back of his palm shut her up, sending her to the floor.

Only his siblings could insult him and actually live to tell the tale.

"We share the same predicament, sister."

He watched as she was heaving on the floor with her hand coaxing her throat. The disunity in his family upset him.

"At least I'm not torturing another man out of sheer pettiness." His eye twitched but he refrained from reaction and reached for a cigar.

He looked at Varo's battered body slowly moving on the screen as the door creaked open. It was another of his men.

"Pettiness? That same man you're defending tortured our brother."

"Because you killed one of their people!"

He would have also mentioned Eniola's house help but it was unnecessary.

"And for what? Because you needed money? Why can't you just ask or request a meeting like normal people?!" Catalina yelled.

"Who said I was normal?" He asked, not missing the disappointed look on her face.

"You're a lost cause, brother." She said and he waved her off.

"Get off the floor and go check on Giovanni." He said, blowing out a ring from the cigarette. "If anything happens I'll handle it."

He watched as Catalina got up and left then sighed.

"Every fucking time." Talking without resorting to violence was impossible when it came to the family.

Giannini sent his eyes back to the screen and his lips dipped into a frown. Number six was being rather rough with the lawyer.

He stared at the long bloody hair that was currently pulled at by number six and the bruised shoulder blades that were being strained.

He compared this view to a picture of Varo he had on the desk.

In the picture, Varo's dark shoulder length hair was held back by some dark shades as he tried to bury his face in a dark blue muffler. He wore a white coat with matching gloves and a cream coloured suit underneath. It was one of the few times Varo did not wear the colour black.

It suits him.

He could not see much of his face but there was a hint of smirk Varo held as he spoke to another fashionably dressed man. A part of his earring had a flare on the picture making it seem like he glowed.

There was no denying that Alvaro Montez was hauntingly beautiful.

And he hated it.

"Faggot." Giannini found himself saying.

By the time he looked at the screen, number six had left and a hasty knock sounded on the door.

"Who is it?" A response was not needed as Kent stepped into the room with almost frightened eyes. "What is it?"

"The left wing is on fire, boss." The American said, out of breath. "He's here."

~~~

Tobias was never an impatient person. He preferred to take his time and carefully map out his plans but this time, it was different.

Varo's mic died over an hour ago and he could not be patient enough to let his mind wander to the lawyer's present condition.

He would instead indulge in the quickest way to get out of his gasoline-reeking clothes.

"Tobias, are you sure this is a good idea?" He nodded before looking at Eniola, mindlessly stuffing a cotton rag into a bottle. "Isn't it dangerous?"

"It wouldn't be any interesting if it wasn't." He answered with a small grin.

He hadn't felt so excited in a long time. She on the other hand felt the same excitement but was laced with anxiety even as she held the fully loaded gun he had repeatedly explained to her.

"I can use a gun." She had said.

Maybe I should have just stayed back.

It was not like the petty 'notice me' crimes she had committed for attention.

Tobias actually intended on killing people and if the blades he had cutting into his skin were not enough proof, the missing tanks of gasoline made his point.

In the passenger's seat, Mateo answered a ringing phone.

"Hello- Oh. This isn't the right time to have a conversation with him." Tobias looked at Mateo who sounded rather upset with a frown sitting on his face.

After some muttering, Mateo turned to hand the phone to him.

"You might want to hear this." He said, making Tobias pluck the phone from his hand.

"Don Ferna? Hello?" A shrill voice sounded, almost panicked.

His eyes widened.

"Clara?" He asked, almost optimistic but the look on Mateo's face made him shake his head in disapproval. "Who is this?"

"It's Catalina Berlusconi, we met two nights ago." A brow raised in curiosity as she spoke, "I'm calling to tell you my brother has Alvaro Montez and Clara Ferguson. We mean no harm and are willing to give them up if you call off your plans to attack."

Tobias chuckled.

After what you have done to Varo? I think the fuck not.

"Call off my plans?" He asked incredulously, hearing her hum and mumble something else. Looking out the window, he said. "It's a little too late for that."

"What do you mean?"

The truck they were in barely slowed down as it sped towards the gigantic gate. As planned, it blew open as they approached it, driving straight for the excuse of a mansion within the fortress.

Hehe.

"Hello?" Catalina called again, her voice exposing more urgency but he chose to ignore it and withdrew a gold lighter from his pocket, getting out of the car.

The look he gave to Eniola told her to stay in the car.

He barely paid attention to the unimpressive amount of guards that flooded him almost immediately while he lifted the bottle in mock defense.

"Run, Catalina."

He did not wait for her reply, throwing the phone at the closest person who foolishly caught it and gave him time to light the wick on the bottle.

"You're not supposed to—" The guard was cut short by a bullet piercing his forehead while Tobias just watched him fall.

In mere seconds, the rest of them fell alongside the first.

It would only take a minute before more came.

He did not need to look behind as he already knew who had shot them.

Looking back at the shooter perched atop another high building far away from the safe house, he nodded, then threw the bottle through a glass window at the top of the building.

It did not take long for a fire alarm to go off and for licks of fire and smoke to start sipping out of the large crack while he went back to the car.

"Are you alright?" He asked Eniola who simply watched with wide eyes.

He could only hope she had changed her mind and wanted to go home.

Instead, she pulled him into a hard kiss and pushed his gun back into his hand.

"I love you and your love for knives but I'm going to need you to stay alive for me." She said, running a finger over his bottom lip. "Go fuck up Berlusconi and we'll find Alvaro and Clara."

Tobias could only chuckle as she repeated his plan to him.

"Please be careful." He said in the same tone. "Mateo, watch her."

He immediately withdrew from her and gestured at the men behind him.

They were going in from the back.

The plan was simple— Mateo, Eniola, Luis and some men went to look for Alvaro and Clara while he was going to pay Giannini a visit.

Usually, he would be laser-focused but with Eniola in the mix, he was worried for her safety. But Alvaro...

All distracting thoughts evaporated as Ricardo kicked the back door open. He would give it to Giannini, the safehouse was larger than the average ones.

What he needed to complement it was a more substantial amount of guards.

As they stepped into the hallway, the silence unnerved him.

"On guard..." He said calmly, reaching for a blade even as Ricardo shielded him.

The corner of his eye caught a movement behind an antique statue, and he immediately aimed at it.

True to his intuition, a choked groan filled his ears as a masked guard stumbled away from the statue with the blade impaling his eye.

As the guard dropped on his face, bullets whizzed through the air. He was quick to pull out his gun.

"Of course, they would try an ambush." He muttered under his breath, watching the good bunch of men now shooting at them.

He quickly hid behind a statue, cocking his gun and preparing to fire at any unfortunate person who was unguarded.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, momentarily distracting him. It had to be important—

The touch of a warm metal nozzle pressed into the side of his head and he cursed himself for being stupid.

He paused for a second, raising his hand in surrender as he tried to figure out a way to disarm the person but then flinched when a gun went off. The nozzle left the side of his head and dropped to the floor, alongside the guard.

Tobias turned to see Franco staring at him.

"You're supposed to be in the van."

"I don't appreciate being yelled at."

He laughed in relief, knowing he had almost died and the autistic man had actually saved his life.

"I owe you one."

Franco nodded. "Duck!"

Tobias immediately went down, hearing another thud behind him.

"They said they found Clara. No news on Varo. Find him." and he was gone, leaving Tobias wondering why nobody told him anything.

He touched his ear to find his earpiece turned off.

Right—

"For God's sake, jefe, Go. And answer your fucking earpiece!" Franco yelled again, shooting at two other masked men. The man was getting increasingly irritated.

Tobias nodded in gratitude, disappearing through a corner he had zero idea of.

~~~

Tobias wiped the warm blood off his face and grimaced as he, unfortunately, got a taste of it. It was the first time that blood had touched him that evening and he was being extra careful.

Eniola was going to kill him

The gurgling and lame excuse of struggling pulled him away from his discomfort as he watched the dying person he held by the neck. Well, tried to hold by the neck.

He had yet again underestimated the sharpness of his blades whose victim's head was joined together by tendrils of skin.

He eventually let the man go, watching as he slid to the floor, his eyes immediately going white and pale with the life leaving them.

According to the guard, he was not even far from where Varo was.

With the guard's gun by his side, he turned to the left, eyes sharp for sudden movement.

There was noone on that wing that stated two things;

One, Giannini had not expected his arrival and two, there was not enough time to get his men to keep Tobias from Varo.

Tobias imagined that the third possibility was that Alvaro had either been moved or dead.

He preferred to keep his mind on the first two. He wanted to believe he would find Alvaro just like the others had found Clara several minutes ago.

He counted the doors on his left, stopping at the fourth that was bolted shut, and cocked his gun.

It seemed quiet on the other side. Too quiet.

After a quick listen and an even quicker prayer, he shot at the handle. And shot at it again for good measure.

The door flung open at the impact, revealing to him, a naked man laying on the floor with blood pooling around his head. He was unmoving.

He slowly walked into the room, his heart now in his stomach as he kept his balance on the nearly destroyed door.

Wait—

The sound of a gun dropping on the floor immediately gave him a whiplash, immediately sending his gun pointing to the person at the far left of the room.

They had their bloody hands in mock surrender like he had done earlier as well.

"Took you long enough."

Tobias's knees felt weak as he immediately approached Alvaro, dropping by his side as the lawyer could barely keep his head up.

"Varo..." He said, almost panicked as he pulled him into an awkward hug. "Fuck, I thought I lost you." He muttered, sighing in relief as he breathed in the bloody smell around Varo's head.

He did not mind.

All he cared about was that Varo was there and was talking to him.

"Yeah, I'm still here." Alvaro said, his voice strained. "Where's Clara?"

Tobias could feel the tension around Alvaro's clothed shoulders as he asked.

"They already found her. She's safe." Alvaro finally relaxed into the hug. "What did you do to that guy?" Tobias asked once they pulled away and he sat down with his back on the wall.

They both watched as the puddle of blood slowly became larger while Varo turned to him and he managed to get a good look at the man.

His face was still recognisable even with the congealed blood on his face and a straight cut from his ear to his jaw. His hair had stiffened with caked blood and his hands were a dark red colour like they had been dipped in red paint and dotted with purple and yellow marks.

And they were the only places he could see since the rest was covered.

"Did you at least bring me a cigarette?" Varo asked, his voice hauntingly quiet while Tobias quickly nodded.

He knew Alvaro would need it.

He brought out a stick of cigarette and Varo's lighter. The lawyer's bloodshot eyes lingered on it as he lit the cigarette.

"You found it at the restaurant?" He asked and Tobias nodded again while he brought the stick to his lips.

Alvaro offered it to him and this time he took it.

His distaste for nicotine could not measure up to whatever it was that Alvaro had gone though.

"Fucker thought he could have a turn with me even when he was asked to stand guard." Alvaro started, "He was lucky I blew his head open. First."

Tobias looked at his best friend, then at the dead man.

'...a turn with me...'

He returned the cigarette, watching the six bullet holes across the man's body. The one in his head, then neck, three across his back and one at the back of his knee.

Something told him it was only six because the bullets were exhausted.

Wordlessly, he passed his gun to Alvaro.

Bang. Bang. Bang. The gunshots rang out as Varo aimed for the same head, demolishing it into mush.

It went on until Tobias could not look away anymore. His last view of the shooting spree were Varo's gleaming eyes.

The last one however, was reserved for the top corner of the room.

The sound of shattering lenses followed.

"I want them dead, Gato." Varo said calmly, "Every single one of them."

Tobias could only nod his head in affirmation. He too would not have it any other way.

"Then I want a fucking shower."

~~~

Eniola roughly pulled Clara back into their hiding spot, rolling her eyes at the woman's heartbeat that she could hear from where she stood.

"For fuck's sake Clara, you're going to get us killed." She said with a low growl, watching as Clara clumsily tried to reload the magazines in her gun. "Hurry up!"

"I'm trying!" She whispered harshly, finally reloading the gun and turning to the exit where Mateo had long instructed them to run to.

They would have done that if a certain person could reload their gun faster and stopped crying about Varo being dead. Eniola was doing everything in her power to not think about it.

There were two new additions to the exit and Eniola recognised them.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" She yelled, aiming at the tall woman with black hair. Catalina.

She held a gun as well, her brother being right behind her, unarmed and wide-eyed.

"Let us fucking go. I don't hate your face enough to shoot it." Eniola snapped.

Catalina scowled at her. "You all ruined everything for us."

"And how the fuck did we do that?! You fucking bastards drugged me and killed my best friend!" She yelled, cocking her gun. "Get out of my fucking way."

She didn't budge.

"I fucking warned you—"

"Wait," Gustavo said, wrapping his fingers around Catalina's grasp. "This isn't worth it. Let them go."

Like she had a choice.

Catalina stared at him in shock before it watered down to resignation and then something Eniola had seen in Tobias' eyes.

What the fuck?

She slowly lowered her gun before stepping away from the exit. "Fine."

Eniola quickly pulled Clara along with her with the English woman suddenly stopping. She turned towards Catalina and her brother and shot at them.

The woman immediately went down cradling her knee. "Fuck!"

Eniola tugged her forward, running away before they could face them or retaliate.

"What the fuck was that for?!" She asked and Clara glared at her for the first time.

"If Varo doesn't make it out of there, I'll be sure to finish her off once I find her."

Eniola's mouth almost fell open and she was about to say something when her eyes caught Mateo who gestured at them to start running.

"Yeah, Clara we're going to need to run."

Clara nodded, spotting Mateo as well.

"Okay, we're going in three. One—" She heard shooting behind her. "Go! Go!! Go!!!"

"You were supposed to count to three!" Clara yelled as they ran towards the open van.

"We would have died, smartass. And keep your head low!" She yelled, laughing as a bullet whizzed past her head.

They were immediately pulled in, her eyes falling on the rainbow-haired man had a whole computer system in front of him.

His arm was bleeding but it seemed like he had it under control with the way Luis tied a bandage around it.

"You good?" Eniola asked. "Gun wound?"

"Yeah but I'm alright." He said with a grin, completely unfazed by the fact that a bullet had just been removed from his arm.

Definitely a special child.

As the locked the door behind them, Clara asked, "Any news on Varo?"

The plan was to get Alvaro and Clara but after they tracked them to their location, they only found Clara who had no idea of where Varo had been taken to.

"Tobias went to get him." He answered, watching the disappointed faces around her.

"Tobias?" She tapped the little earpiece, her heart racing for a response.

It was the only way she could tell if he was alright.

"I told him to turn his mic on." Franco grumbled, pouting when Luis punched him in the arm.

"Tobi?" She called again.

"Fuego." His deep voice sounded as it seemed as though he was forcing it out. "I found him."

"Is he..." She trailed off, looking at the vast forest ahead of them through the heavily tinted vehicle. She could not bear to look at his men and Clara.

"He's alright... and fucking heavy."

She let out a loud sigh of relief as he said so.

"I'll drop him with Mateo and I'll see you soon, Princess." His voice got softer at the end before the line went dead.

"He's alright." She said with a small sigh, watching Clara bury her face in her palms.

"He better be."

Eniola was sure the woman had seen things as well.

~~~

"How about you give me a week or two then we come back and blow this place up?" Varo had asked as Tobias set him down with Mateo.

The lawyer was sure he had broken his legs and could hardly feel anything else but still wanted to fuck people up.

Tobias laughed quietly, casually pouring more gasoline on the drapes.

They were cotton so he was sure they would catch fire very nicely.

He looked at the dead bodies around him the drenched the closet one with the petrol for good measure.

The dark lifeless face had a scar running into his jaw and bald spots in his head.

He looks like an abuser. And with what had happened to Varo, he probably was one. Fitted the description of Christopher Davis.

With another blank look at the wet face, he poured even more.

It was too bad they were already dead. He preferred to see unconscious bodies come back to life and run around as their organs slowly burned and turned to coal.

"Reports are right on your unhealthy obsession to fire, Tobias Fernandez." He did not bother to turn from watering the plants as the voice spoke. "You killed my partner."

Tobias raised a brow.

He stared at all the bodies around him and pointed to the one with the scar. His death was too swift for his liking.

"Is that code for lover or 'partner' partner? I don't judge."

"I do not see how that is of any importance here."

Tobias smirked. Definitely a lover.

"Cool."

"Cool?"

He shrugged as the person talked then dropped the container, watching as gasoline spilled and soaked his sneakers.

"I do not know, Giannini."

Tobias finally turned to face the speaker, almost grimacing at the scar on his face. It looked like it hurt.

Varo was right about him being ugly.

"After all you've done to my people, this is only my way of reciprocating."

Giannini nodded, slowly descending the flight of stairs. He eyed the considerable damage that had already been done to the place.

"You know, my siblings abandoned me tonight." He started, grazing his hand past the bullet hole on the wooden railings. "Even Kent Wallace. Ran like a dog with his tails behind his legs when he heard your name."

He finally stood in front of Tobias... but at a considerable distance.

Leaning against the wall, he continued, "Sure I have never had luck with my father or Gustavo or Catalina but you would think they would at least stand beside me when I finally face the Lord of Spain. Or is that not what your father preferred his title to be?"

Tobias raised his brow in questioning while Giannini looked at the single standing bottle of gin in his bar stand.

If the man had wanted to talk, he would have done it weeks ago.

He watched as the Italian moved to the bottle, cracked it open and took a swig.

"How do you still keep taking it all away from me? So much so, you took your little puppet back?"

Tobias could not for the life of him, imagine Eniola as a puppet. If anything, he was her puppet.

As he took another sip from the bottle, Tobias aimed his blade at him, getting the exact second he moved his head.

The blade made a satisfying thump sound as it cut into the wood behind Giannini.

"But do not worry, I already had my turn before you arrived." The Italian said, forcing a grin to stretch Tobias's tightened lips.

He reminded himself to stay calm.

The red dot of light on the counter in front of him aided his mission. It was an already won battle.

"Are you shocked into silence or just uninterested in my confessions? Perhaps you would be glad to know that I was with Eniola a few years ago?"

Tobias reached for another blade.

"The whore has already lost count of the number of men she has been with." Giannini tilted his head at Tobias, urging a response from him.

The Italian slowly circled Tobias, holding the bottle taunting him.

Tobias could not care less.

"Where's that temper the Fernandez are known for? Are you so desperately trying to prove that you're not like your father?" Giannini said, laughing as Tobias stood still.

He scrambled his mind for the most painful way to kill the man.

"Who hurt you?" Tobias asked instead, making Giannini pause.

"What-" He suddenly held his stomach in confusion, his eyes darting downwards at the red hue that quickly darkened his white shirt.

"You know, I relate to you in a way," Tobias said. It was his turn to speak. "Abusive and neglecting father, family pressure and expectations... You know, the fun stuff. But you know what I never did? I never coverted another man's property. Hell, I never even looked at what wasn't mine. Perhaps if I did, I would be in your very position."

His wide eyes watched Tobias as his grip on the bottle wavered, making him drop the glass on the marble floor.

It shattered the same time his knees hit the floor.

"The only time you can address me is when you are on your knees, looking up to me, Giannini." Tobias said, approaching him with the empty expression on his face. "Don't worry, you'll be meeting with your lover soon. I'll make it fast for you."

He picked up a shard of glass and grabbed Berlusconi's face, turning it up to him.

"If anything, consider it as payback for touching a member of my family."

He had the sharp piece pressed into Giannini's throat, slowly dragging it down and almost smiling as a thin line of blood followed.

"I promised my girlfriend I would not get hurt so the good thing is that I will be leaving you soon." He looked behind himself, feeling the heat from the already burning curtains. "The bad thing however is that you would not be leaving here at all."

He easily pierced Giannini's neck with the shard, knowing very well he had ruptured his voice box.

After fire, it was one of his favourite things.

He held on to the Berlusconi as blood pooled in his mouth, forming a gurgling noise that Tobias was over-familiar with.

Eisenfaust had made that noise.

And Romelu.

And his father.

And also Kent Wallace.

He sent Giannini one last haunting smile before leaving his head to drop on the floor, undoubtedly scrapping the glass.

The Italian groaned but managed to turn on his back as Tobias moved away from the fire that was getting a bit too close. The smoke also made it a bit too hard for him to see.

Stepping backwards, he called. "In your next life, Giannini, run the other way when you hear my name."

~~~

He wiped his hands on his pants as he got into a coat handed to him by one of his men.

Hopefully, that chapter of their lives had been closed.

Tapping his earpiece, he called, "Fuego?" A frantic reply made his heart drop.

"Tobias? Tobias?" Eniola's panicked voice made his steps quicken. "It's Varo—"

"What happened to him?" He broke into a quick jog, heading for the armoured truck that was parked a considerable distance from the burning house.

He could see them; the small huddle inside the vehicle.

"Alvaro?" He called, taking off the coat again as he got them.

Alvaro had his head in a gauge as it rested on Clara's legs. His eyes were unfocused but a cigarette remained between his lips.

The lighter in Eniola's hand explained that he may have asked for it before he passed out.

"He's lost too much blood." Clara said, her eyes leaking water. "He's not responding anymore... You bastard, talk to me."

"Bullshit." Tobias pulled Alvaro up by the shoulder, jerking him awake and when he didn't bulge, he slapped him, watching as the cigarette flew out of him mouth.

The lawyer's eyes tried to centre on Tobias but spaced out again but he muttered. "Fuck, that hurt."

"Varo, stay with me. Why did you not take him to the hospital?" He did not ignore how the vehicle only started when he entered.

"We couldn't leave without you." Clara answered and he narrowed his eyes at the fainting man again....then smacked him.

"Fuck-"

"Stop doing this, Alvaro!" He yelled, losing his composure. The lawyer was beginning to feel very cold in his arms.

Varo's brows furrowed in confusion as his pupils began to move.

"Gato?" He called, making Tobias hold his head up to face him. "Fuck, where are you?"

"I'm right here." Tobias said in slowly, hiding his own confusion. "Just stay with us."

"Tobias, I can't fucking see-" His voice was nearly a whisper, his eyes tearing up as his chest slowly began to constrict and expand.

It was like his weak way of hyperventilating.

"I can't see." He repeated, his eyes finally settling at a point above Tobias head.

His breathing and body temperature alarmed Tobias more than ever.

"Mateo, where's the fucking hospital?!" He heard Eniola say.

"I don't want to die." Alvaro suddenly said, a lone tear going down his face that had been fairly cleaned.

Tobias caught it.

Varo please.

"I-I promised Hanifa." Another tear followed.

"You're not going to die." Tobias tried to reassure him, rubbing his shoulder to give him some warmth.

"Fuck, can you turn the heater on or something?"

Tobias gestured at Mateo who pointed that heater was at its warmest and Alvaro was already covered with Tobias's coat.

"It's so fucking cold... and dark."

He was shivering at that point with Tobias struggling to see him through the tears in his own eyes.

He could not lose Alvaro. Anybody but Varo.

It was finally over.

Varo was supposed to go to Spain with his daughter. He was supposed to meet them there.

That was the plan.

Not his best friend about to die in his arms.

"Alvaro please... stay with me." He pleaded, sensing Varo weakly nod. He had never begged the man for anything in his entire life. It was the first time and there was no way—

His nod however slowed to a halt, making Tobias forcefully tap his cheek and jerk him again.

His head hung limply by the side.

"Alvaro? Alvaro!"

There was no response even as the vehicle sped up with Mateo calling Miguel on the phone.

"For fuck's sake, Varo!" Eniola called as well, followed by Clara whose voice broke.

All the yelling and smacking did not stir up the lawyer who now looked like he was finally having a good sleep.

~~~

Well, this is the end.

SIKE!

I'll see you all in chapter 50 which would be the final chapter.