The steady stream of tears had not stopped since the armour-clad men dragged me from the establishment. I tried to fight them, utilizing everything Marku had taught me, but he was right. Fighting in real life was much different from our training, and my panic had me in a vice-like grip. My body was also loosing its steam, a lethargic feeling consuming me.
I didn't know what happened and how it all turned out like this. One moment, Ezio fought the troublemakers with reckless ease; the next, he suddenly hungered for more violence. Ezio was like a madman lost in his feral state. The scene and c*****e that unfolded afterward occupied half my mind as my other thoughts raced about how I could escape from my captors.
They bound me tight on the back of a black SUV and covered my head with a sack
