Nathan dashed into his hideout hastily, his chest heaving so hard as he tried to catch his breath. He dropped his bag and removed this cap, slamming them on the floor.

"Fack you King! Fuck you!" He spat and kicked one of the stool. Pain peirced his toes and he cursed. "Fuck"

How did that devil know he was on the train? Was he betrayed again?

He instantly called the person that was helping him.

"I was offered thrice the money you sent"

Nathan eyes widened. "But I've paid. I've fucking paid you"

"Sorry bro, business is business. No refund"

"What--" the call ended before he could speak. What's with...