I step forward, sizing him up. “I know I’m dealing with a low level street hustler and molester. Hailey and Devyn are under my protection now, and if you think I’m going to let you hurt either of them again, you must be prepared to meet the evil son of a bitch that made you.”
“And who the fuck are you,” Andre sneers.
A sinister smile graces my face. “I’m the mother fucker that goes bump in the night.”
Andre frowns, eyeing me hard. “This white boy is crazy,” he whispers.
“I am,” I say, before pulling my gun out and shooting him in the knee. He falls to the ground, clutching his leg, yelling out in pain. “We told you we’re Greek, asshole.”
Andre’s friends don’t know whether to try to shoot back or help him. With Zar, and the other’s lasers still on them, they just stand there.
“I think it’s time for us to take our leave,” Zar says.
“I think you’re right,” I tell him as we start to back away from them.
“You’ve fucked up now Greek! This isn’t over, you’ll see me again,” Andre angrily shouts.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I state as we disappear into the darkness.