Chapter 55 Between The Mafias -The One With The Gunshots

I didn't know how many hours has it been. The surroundings were dark and cold. Beyond the putrid smell of the room, I could smell the salty air, quickly thinking we were still in the harbor area. I was thirsty, and my throat hurt. I kept on swallowing my saliva trying to quench my thirst. I was still scared for my life. The place was quiet, though I could hear people mumbling outside our door. Maybe my ring was broken, maybe it got nicked. Maybe I was really going to die. Fuck!