Michael's POV"Nick," I called out, and he rushed toward me."Get ready to leave," I said."Leave?" he whispered, confused. "Go where?" he said. I scoffed."You dare question me?" I said, and he lowered his head."I'm sorry, I'm just caught off guard, and I wanted to know why," he said."Is that yours to decide, okay? You're coming with me, and that's final," I said. "So get the car ready, we're leaving," I said, walking out and standing in front of the house.I wondered why Rafael didn't trust this young guy, I thought, when my phone rang."Hello Zee, how's the club going?" I asked her."We need you here right now, Michael," she said."What's going on," I asked her."Is it that detective again," I added."Yeah, she's back," she said. I rubbed my forehead."What does she want this time," I asked, already frustrated."I don't know, man, she's just been walking around like some kind of spy," she said."Is she in uniform?" I asked her."No, boss, she came dressed differently today," she
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