#Chapter55

- Snatched

*Sydney Roswell’s POV*

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A man’s cry echoed in the alley after I hit his gut hard thrice with my left knee while holding his head down, locked on my side, and I let him go. His face landed first on the dirty, cold ground, and I stepped back from him. He groaned and tried to stand up but failed, and he clutched his stomach. That must have been hurting like his broken nose, but I don’t feel sorry at all.

He effing snatched my wallet! And what am I supposed to do? Pet him? Not even close! I have lots of valuable things in it. All...