Chapter 83
Suffer, in the name of love
Gintry collapsed to the ground instantly, completely out cold. Drew just stood there, staring at his hand, covered in blood, his eyes going from him to me again. "Fuck me." He whispered, shaking his hand. "What the fuck did you make me do…" he turned, shaking his more than likely broken hand, "god damn it, I'm going to lose everything."
I looked around, trying to see if anyone saw us. "Let's get out of here." He looked shocked as I grabbed his hand. I signaled him to take off his jacket, using the dark color to mask the blood as I cleaned his hand. He broke it for sure, the swelling already setting in. "Just put the jacket back on, put your hand in your pocket, and walk the fuck out of here."
"What are you going to do?" He asked, the panic in his voice obvious.
Still unsure, I feigned confidence. "Deal with the fallout, now fucking go. You were never here."
