Adrian was on the third floor, he had sent Ido to make sure the students were okay. He thought he could handle this group of thugs, but there were just so many of them. The only thing that pushed him was hoping they were okay; he couldn’t let them get hurt.
A knife came down on his shoulder when he head butted someone else, causing him to curse. He groaned as he used his head and threw it backwards to get the guy away from him. He took the knife out of his shoulder, and sharp pains coursed through him.
“Okay Ido, come down now. Please,” he mumbled to himself as he was suddenly tackled into the railing. The guy managed to flip him over the railing, but AJ was holding on with an iron grip. He struggled since his shoulder was bleed and he looked down. If he fell, he wouldn’t exactly die, but he would for sure get hurt. He looked up and there was a gun pointing at him.
“This is it AJ, you messed with the wrong gang.”