"The f**k you are!" I snap, pushing myself awkwardly to my feet. My back groans in protest but I ignore it. This is more important. "You are in no condition to do anything, let alone challenge some dumb f**k that doesn't know what to do with the city he stole."
He looks down at me, shocked, then his face splits into a grin. He's amused, either by my words or my profane language. Well, that makes one of us, I'm less than amused at the moment. He sways on the spot and I grab hold of his arm.
"Sit your ass down, Warlord, and let me explain a few things so you don't go racing into headquarters without any kind of a clue as to what's been happening."
Diogo studies me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he makes a decision. He's a strong man, a proud man. I just hope he sees the value in
