A Game With No Rules
I can’t help but blame the disappearance of those women on me, on Mateo, and Nico, in our brotherhood, that came first before our duties.
Alert now, Mateo pursued to land a series of jabs on me again. I dodge all his strikes. Growing frustrated when he couldn’t catch me, his combination slackened. It was easy to find an opening in his offense. I grabbed his right hook; he aimed to land his left with a straight punch, which I also caught easily, as if I was catching a sloth’s thwack.
I threw my head back, taking momentum, slamming my forehead to Mateo’s. He groaned, recovering fast, sheathing his arms around my abdomen, raining sloppy uppercuts on my torso. A dirty play, but that’s the rule o
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