With knitted brows, Oliver got out of the car and headed towards the resort's entrance. He had bruises on the parts where Daniel had shot him.
There were nickel-sized discolorations on both backs of his hands, near the nape, the ankle and although he could not see it, he was sure that his ass was bruised as he was walking quite awkwardly.
"Are you okay, man?" Louie asked as he observed his friend's current state. He wanted to laugh but at the same time, he did not want to aggravate him more.
Without looking at Louie, Oliver answered with an irritated voice, "Don't talk to me."
Louie and Chase exchanged looks and shrugged.
