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32 ◆ Under Duress ◆
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2021-07-17 19:19:14◇ KEL ◇
"What do you want me to do?"
"Talk to him. Ask him what he wants."
I narrowed my eyes at the phone near my face. It was mine, the new one Miles gave me weeks ago. The second "secure" phone he gave me. It was a tracker, basically. He didn't need to tell me so.
Mr. Falco took the phone from me earlier while his men tortured Niccolo with sucker punches and some kicks to his legs. So far, Nicco remained conscious beside me, weak but looking stable enough.
The smell of his sweat had mixed with the scent of blood that trickled from his nose down to this chest. I helped him stop the bleeding earlier while Mr. Falco watched and kept himself busy in the corner with his own phone. Hopefully Nicco wouldn't pass out from severe dehydration or from his injuries.
"Talk to him?" I asked when I took the pho
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