113| Who Is Having The Last Laugh Now?

As the sun rose the next day, Nelson paced restlessly, his nerves frayed with anticipation. With each passing minute, the weight of Natasha's startling call bore down on him like a heavy burden.

Finally, the phone rang, jolting Nelson from his thoughts. With trembling hands, he answered, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Miss me, Nelson?" Natasha's voice was like a venomous serpent, slithering through the line with a chilling edge.

Nelson gritted his teeth, suppressing the surge of anger that threatened to consume him. "Cut the games, Natasha," he growled, his voice tight with frustration.

With a sinister laugh, Natasha relayed her location, her tone dripping with malice. "Be there in an hour," she warned, her voice a dangerous whisper. "And remember, no police. I won't hesitate to make good on my threats."

Nelson hung up the phone, his jaw clenched in determination. He turned to Valerie, his expression grim. "It's time," he said, his voice heavy with resolve.

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