"f*****g Rico! I'm seriously going to f**k him up, especially for making me go through this stress, like I haven't had enough of it." I track his location with my phone as I follow it up the stairs. It leads to the rooftop where I see Rico curled up like a ball on the floor. I rush over to him, and he groans in pain as I pull him up to his feet.
"Run," he mutters weakly.
My eyebrows furrow. "What?"
The sound of a gun clicks, and in a flash, I remove my dagger from my garter and fling it at the person behind me. My hands pull Rico fully to his feet, and I push him away from me. "Leave. We'll deal with you later," my voice sounds weak – I must have really overworked myself this time. Rico leaps away from me and escapes through the back door. I turn to face the figure behind me. It's the s
