Page 44 of The Greek's Destruction

Andre frowns eyeing me hard. “This white boy is crazy,” he whispers.

“I am,” I say, before pulling my gun out then shooting him in his 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’s and the other’s laser 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.