Chapter 186. Wet Jacket

The loud bang from the gun filled the night, echoing throughout the alley. But the rain caught most of the noise, concealing it from potential witnesses.

Tommaso's body slumped motionless unto the floor, thick crimson leaking from his head. Calla stared at the blood as it mixed with the puddle of rainwater, she held her palms against her ears, blocking out the gunshot noise, her hands trembling.

Rico stared at the unmoving body, no emotion on his face. He muttered under his breath a curse, and slipped the gun back into his waist, turning to face Calla.

Their eyes met, for the third time this night. Calla was still shivering from what had happened. Everything was happening way too fast for her to process—the near assault, Rico suddenly being alive, the gunshot. 

She didn't even notice when Rico walked up to her, and grabbed her