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The sound of a roaring engine came in fast from the junction behind us, breakin' the cold silence of the night. I glanced over my shoulder and caught sight of a champagne gold-coloured Jaguar (probably an X351) swervin' from the junction, headin' towards us. The vehicle, however, slowed down as the driver passed us, but the engine continued to roar furiously.

"Nice ride," I muttered under my breath.

"Aye," Abs agreed, but his tone sounded a bit cagey.

At first, I thought the car's sudden slowin' down was nothin' out of the ordinary. But then the driver made an abrupt stop, executed a sharp U-turn, and started drivin' towards us. The car pulled up by the kerb in front of us and came to a complete stop. Abs and I grew suspicious by the driver's reaction to our presence, so we both slowed our pace warily.

The driver emerged from the car wearin' a dark coloured bomber jacket, and his companion, who looked a bit like a chubby version of Jason Statham, got out from the passenger seat. I barely had a chance to give the bomber jacket guy a once-over under the limited light of the nearby streetlamp.

He was about as tall as Abs, 'bout 6ft, but slender. His looks were like if Ezra Miller and Barry Keoghan had a baby together. He had monolid eyes, a pointy snub nose, sharp cheekbones, and cupid's bow lips as his prominent features. The rest was a bit unclear to me.

As he approached, the streetlamp shone above him, revealin' his mid fade haircut with a side part and a long fringe. The direction of the light partially concealed his face with his own shadow, but it unveiled somethin' else: his tattoos under his black leather wrist guard.

"You alright, fam? You ain't pickin' up me calls. What happened?" the bomber jacket guy gave Abs an upnod.

My first thought was like, 'Bloody hell! Abs has a proper good-lookin' rich mate.'

That fancy ride and the bomber jacket were anythin' but ordinary. I'd put money on that jacket bein' a Versace, just like the one DJ Khaled wore in one of his videos. Seems like Abs knows how to pick mates that match his status.

I turned to Abs, lookin' for confirmation, but I saw a flicker of anxiety on his face, like he'd just seen a reaper.

"You're not me fam," Abs muttered.

Versace guy playfully patted Abs on the left cheek and circled him like assessing his prey. "So, you're layin' me off?"

"I thought you wanted out?" Abs' fearful gaze followed his every move. "I thought you've been busy with your humanitarian shit. Was it in Haiti or Syria?"

"That was strictly business," Versace responded bitterly, his jaw clenched.

"Human trafficking?" Abs asked, on the verge of spillin' his dark secret.

He didn't reply, just gave Abs a cold stare. "You got busy too. Was it in Madrid? Where'd you get all that money from? You could afford Madrid but can't pay back what you owe me."

"You've got a flow of expensive suits and cars. Why do you need my money?" Abs responded, his cool tone tinged with panic.

"Relax, I don't want your bloody money, Abs," he grunted. "You already know why I'm here."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," Abs' voice grew infuriated with every word. "I took what's mine, none of it belongs to you."

"Are you sure?" Versace guy smirked. "Because the last time I remembered, you took somethin' important—"

"Dude, are you deaf or what? He just said he didn't take it," I interjected bravely.

I didn't know who this guy was, but he was gettin' on my nerves. I didn't like bullies messin' around with Abs like this.

"I ain't talkin' to you, prick!" Versace guy barked at me.

The distraction gave Abs the chance to swing a punch at him, but he was quick enough to dodge away on reflex. We weren't prepared for what happened next. Versace guy threw a punch under Abs' ribs, which I initially thought was nothin' special. But the movement was so quick that I couldn't keep up, until Abs let out a sudden yell in response. That's when I noticed Versace guy had just slashed Abs' forearm with some small blade. Where the hell did he get that blade from?

'Okay, this guy is dangerous,' I thought. The sight of Versace guy's attack left me stunned for a moment.

"What the fuck, Nick!" Abs screamed in pain, clutching his deep cut wound instinctively.

Seeing my best friend in distress compelled me to fight on Abs' behalf. I don't know where the courage came from, but it pushed me to go for it. I aimed my fist at Versace guy's face (Nick, from now on), but Chubby Jason Statham was quick to block my attack with his elbow.

While he kept me occupied with my feeble punches, Nick quickly made his way back to the car.

"Allow it!" Nick shouted at him from inside the car.

Chubby Jason Statham complied and forcefully shoved me onto the pavement, then swiftly retreated from the scene and hopped into the car.

The car executed a quick 180° spin away from the pavement and sped off at a breakneck pace.

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A/N - To be honest, the attack scene was lame. But if I were to make more editing, I might messed up the entire story. If you can suggest what better way that I improve the fighting scene, that'd be much appreciated.

P/S - Okay, done fixing the fighting scene.