Chapter Nineteen

Author's Pov

Picasso stood by the door, fuming at the sight in front of him.

He's brows furrowed that the fact that if he was even a minute late, Rico would have been raped mercilessly.

He clenched his fist to his side, shaking furiously, before dashing towards the men holding the slim figure to the floor.

Raising his fist up, it collided with the face of one the men within some few seconds.

" Hey! Who the fuck are you? " The scared face man shouted, hurriedly coming off Rico to help is colleague.

" P... " Rico whispered, shocked to see the fuming man before him.

" What the fuck are you guys waiting for, get him " the man screamed pointing at Picasso.

Picasso dodged the fist flying in the air, punching some of his own.

It did not take long for the police to get into the room, to separate them.

Picasso pushed his hands into his hair, ruffling them out of frustration, before turning to look at Rico, who was now up on his feet, adjusting the buttons on his shirt.

He marched toward