Jericho's POV First a blinding light. I assumed it might be the sun’s rising. Oh no! It was my vision blurring out after meeting Macai's fist, repeatedly. “Hold him down,” he instructed his huge goons to grab on to me as he released his fist to my face and stomach repeatedly. “Time out, time out,” I groaned, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I spat it on one of his henchmen's suits and received a slap as an appreciation. All these could have been avoided, if Jane didn't set me up to fail. Just before they attacked, I reached for my daggers but they weren't there. She must have taken it off the strap during our intimate moment. She sat with Rune, watching quietly as I got beat up. “I love a man covered in blood,” she said softly, locking gaze as I received blows to my ribs. “Enough,” Rune stopped him. “I think he has had enough. So Salvatore, care to speak on why you really came here?” “Oh, he wasn't lying on that part,” Jane replied as I
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