With a glaring competition, Zoran left with his remaining few men.

Leaving Nathaniel alone in the basement with his dead men lying there who was highly displeased with the situation.

The second Zoran left, Nathaniel fell down, groaning in the pain.

“Argh, fuck!”

He was unable to move but to show his immense power, he stood firm and when he was gone, the yelling and aching he held back burst.

“Boss!”

“It’s hurting like hell!”

“Stay still then,”

Zariah’s distressed voice came and to hear softness in them for him. Her body reacted on it’s own, holding him firmly

Her hand over his back, agonized to find him in pain....