★ Marek POV ★
It had been five days since the surgery, and the boss still hadn't woken up. Doc Jun went in and out of this room in any given second, checking on his condition.
Meanwhile, Enzo and I hadn't slept in days, doing everything to find that wench who did this to our Don.
"Fucking shit!" Enzo cursed in frustration as I believed another lead had turned cold.
"Another fake identity? Why does this whore keep using different faces?" He slammed his fist on the desk. "The only thing that turned out right is her signature kill, nothing more."
I stared at the wall covered in pinned photos, reports, and weapon types. "And the same blade," I muttered, tracing my hand through my hair. "The same precision."
"So why can't we locate her?" Enzo stood, pacing the room, his eyes bloodshot, hair a mess. "I spoke to Serena last time, and she wasn't able to match her face! Serena!" He pointed in disbelief, "Do you believe that?"
