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THE RIDE HOME Ethan placed a hand over his eyes, trying to block out the afternoon sun as he stepped out of the police station. The heavy glass doors swung shut behind him with a soft hiss and the chaos of the lobby faded to a low hum. Hands in pockets, he stopped on the concrete steps and looked back at the building. Even with the sun up, the place still looked eerie, if not more than before. Slowly, his eyes dropped down to the hallway where he'd seen them bring Blake from. He still didn't under why he was there. When he asked, the police claimed it was because of Aaron and they just wanted to question Blake as they did to him. That statement left an unsettling feeling inside him. That and the footage he had seen. The images refused to leave his head no matter how hard he tried to push them away. From Aaron shooting the old man behind the counter, to the gunfires and bodies stacked in that room, and to the execution at the alley. If those videos were real, then Jake

A DEBT THAT NEVER ENDS Jake pushed himself off the floor with a loud groan as one hand cupped over his nose. Blood streamed between the cracks, dripping down his wrist onto the kitchen tiles. “Fucking hell," he cursed, stumbling forward and crashing into the cupboard. His head throbbed from the punch and his vision blurred, distorting whatever stood before him. Aaron walked toward him, fists already clenching again. But before he could take another swing Nathan dropped between them and shoved Aaron back. "That's enough, man!” he barked. "Fucking hell, Aaron, I think you broke the bastard's nose.” Aaron grimaced, glaring past him to Jake. Grunting irritatedly, he flexes the wrist he'd punched Jake with before turning away. "Tch,” he hissed, shaking his head. "Fucking idiot's not worth breaking my hand over." Grabbing one of the dining chairs, he walked across the kitchen and dropped into it. Jake stayed where he was for another moment, the taste of iron settling in his mouth

CHAPTER 86A DEBT THAT NEVER ENDSJake groaned as he pushed himself off the floor, one hand cupped over his nose.Blood streamed through his fingers, dripping onto the kitchen tiles."...Fuck."His head throbbed from the punch.Aaron took another step toward him, fists still clenched, but before he could swing again, Nathan rushed between them and shoved a hand against Aaron's chest."Enough!" Nathan barked. "Jesus Christ, Aaron. Stop."Aaron glared past him, chest rising and falling violently."Move.""No.""I said move."Nathan didn't.For several long seconds, the two men simply stared each other down before Aaron let out an irritated grunt."Tch."He rolled his shoulders, flexing the wrist he'd punched Jake with before turning away."The fucking idiot isn't worth breaking my hand over."He walked across the kitchen and dropped into one of the dining chairs, leaning back heavily.Jake stayed where he was for another moment, still trying to stop the ringing in his ears.He wiped ano

CHAPTER 88A DEBT THAT NEVER ENDSJake pushed himself off the floor with a loud groan as one hand cupped over his nose. Blood streamed between the cracks, dripping down his wrist onto the kitchen tiles. “Fucking hell," he cursed, stumbling forward and crashing into the cupboard. His head throbbed from the punch and his vision blurred, distorting whatever stood before him. Aaron walked toward him, fists already clenching again. But before he could take another swing Nathan dropped between them and shoved Aaron back. "That's enough, man!” he barked. "Fucking hell, Aaron, I think you broke the bastard's nose.”Aaron grimaced, glaring past him to Jake. Grunting irritatedly, he flexes the wrist he'd punched Jake with before turning away. "Tch,” he hissed, shaking his head. "Fucking idiot's not worth breaking my hand over." Grabbing one of the dining chairs, he walked across the kitchen and dropped into it. Jake stayed where he was for another moment, the taste of iron settling in his

CHAPTER 90THE MORNING AFTERSunlight spilled through the curtains in thin golden strips, cascading across the wooden floor before landing on the bed by the wall. It warmed the tangled sheets and one of the two figures under the duvet stirred with a groan. Jake's eyes fluttered open and his face immediately squeezed at the sudden brightness. For a few seconds, he stared at the ceiling, wondering why his entire body felt so heavy. Then the memories from last night slowly returned–Aaron’s call, the meetup at the drugstore, the blood…Gina. His head snapped to the side where Gina laid peacefully, her hair disheveled and her mouth slightly open. Then he looked toward the window where the sky outside was already bright. “It's morning already?" he muttered as he placed a palm over his eyes. “How long have I been out?" With a soft groan, he pushed himself up on one elbow, intending to climb out of bed. But before he could move any farther, an arm wrapped around his waist and slowly drag