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243: SAME TEAM.

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-19 23:59:34
NATE’S POV

My knuckles were bleeding.

Didn’t matter.

Nicolas kept getting back up, laughing like the devil himself.

“You just don’t quit, do you?” He growled, and I slamming him into the deck again. “Where is she” he spat.

He spat blood and smirked. I don’t respond.

I raised my fist again slamming it into him, he didn’t just take her from me but the hell he put her through was too much, I could tell from how scared she look when she saw me and the fact that he fucking put a wire on her? Like she was some animal.

My fist throb as I charge for another punch but he dodge it his own fist to my face In a swift move.

“Everything is set boss we got her”

The voice came from somewhere behind me. One of his men. I froze, and Nicolas grinned wide something feral behind his eyes.

“What the hell did you do?” I demanded.

But before I could land another punch, he ducked under me and bolted.

“HEY!” I shouted, chasing after him.

He ran toward the railing, fast, reckless.

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