Fabio stood in the middle of the street. He never thought he would be betrayed by David even after threatening him with his videos. Apart from the sound of the smoke crackling from the crashed car, there was another sound that cut through the air, Fabio's anguished scream.
"AHHHH! My hand! My fingers! You cowards!"
Fabio was writhing on the ground, his hand clutched tightly against his bloody shirt. He had lost two fingers, blown clean off by Maya's gunfire. Blood trickled down, soaking into the fabric while he hurled curses at them as they drove off.
"You bastards! You think this is over? You'll pay dearly for this!"
Nearby, David stood his ground, gun still raised, but he didn't pull the trigger. His attention was fixed on Eduardo, who had slumped unconscious from the pain and also, the drug. Alessandro aided David in carefully hoisting him up.
"We can't waste any more time. He needs a hospital," David urged. "Let's move."
