“Sure thing, Niko. Kick my face in, then go cool down as if nothing happened.” “Hey, you wanted that fight. Don’t go blaming me, Satan’s heir.” “I told you not to hurt my face, you little fuck.” “Yeah, Niko.” Maya grins mischievously. “That’s the only thing his girlfriend likes.” He grins back. “At least she likes something. You, however, seem to be out of luck with the person you like.” I narrow my eyes. “Who do you like, Maya?” “No one,” she says, her voice a bit high-pitched. “You know how Kill likes to talk shit.” He searches his surroundings. “Moi?”
