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The same voice he refused to recognize called out to him, and even this time around, it was accompanied by a deep hug. Nathan stood frozen, not knowing what to do. The hug, face, and name sounded so similar to the one who died years ago—in fact, five years ago.

‘It can’t be. I watched them die. They can’t possibly be alive. Riccardo is dead, and so are the others.

Nathan calmed his throbbing heart and, in one second, pushed the man away. His brows arched when his eyes fell upon a familiar tattoo on his neck: the tattoo of the eagle, their friend symbol.

"Is that truly you, Rico?" His breath became harsh while his hands roamed all over Rico’s body, ensuring that it was not a dream but reality. The reality seemed to be a dream.

Rico nodded his head in response to his question, and this time