CHAPTER 92... FEELING HURT
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"Nope!" Silver replied, crossing her hands across her chest, a serious look on her face. "Do not worry, you will be safe"
"Damn right, I will!" Rick retorted. "For fuck's sake, this dude wants my blood and you are going to do what- just hand me over to him and expect him to find me till I'm plump?"
Silver nodded, but Rick was not expecting her to. He had asked a rhetorical question, yet she had replied.
"Look, Rick," Silver said, standing up. "Dino wants you. As far as I know, he will be willing to keep to any deal, as long as it gets you into his hands... Well, for a short while until he gets what he wants from your body."
"Silver, do you really hate me because I did not break up with you?" Rick asked. "Or, was it because I left the agency even when you told not to?"
Silver hissed and walked off.
