Chapter 125 One-hundred-and-twenty-five

• In a dark room somewhere in the De Luca mansion, Marco was tied to a chair in the room, his head lowered as if in a deep sleep. There were visible bruises on his arms and legs, his face was covered with his long hair and the sound of dripping blood on the chains filled the room.
• He had lost track of time here, the hours melting together.
• The door creaked open just then, and the twins, Leonardo and Lorenzo, slipped into the room. Their expressions were masks of mock amusement, lips curled in disdain as they looked down at him. Marco’s head remained down, refusing to acknowledge them. It was the only defiance he could offer for now.