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"Nitro," he acknowledged with a nod.

"Olaf," I responded, keeping it short.

"Peace offering?" Olaf inquired, gesturing to the crates.

I explained the situation briefly, emphasizing the apology from the MC.

Jack, however, couldn't resist interjecting. "Apology for what? The little tantrum your friend here threw last time?" Jack demanded.

I shot Spike a warning look, silently pleading for him to keep his cool. Spike merely rolled his eyes.

Ignoring Jack's provocation, I addressed Olaf.

"We hope this helps mend things between our two groups,” I said.

Olaf's expression remained unreadable, but he nodded in acceptance.

"We'll see." Then he turned his attention to Spike. "And what about you?"

Spike sighed. "I'm just here as Nitro's plus one. Not planning on causing trouble this time,” Spike said.

Jack snorted in disbelief, but Olaf shot him a warning glance.

"We've got business to discuss. Jack, you should probably sit this one out,” Olaf said and Jack looked surprised by that.

Jack muttered a curse under his breath, but eventually stomped away.

Maybe this meeting wouldn’t be so bad after all.

18

TOMMY

The quaint little café's door jingled as I pushed it open.

The familiar smell of coffee beans and the quiet conversations surrounded me, creating a comforting atmosphere.

My gaze immediately sought out Marc, scanning the occupied tables. He wasn't here yet.

I hesitated near the entrance, contemplating whether to turn and leave, escape the confrontation that awaited us.

But deep down, I knew avoidance wouldn't fix the fractures in our relationship.

I took a steadying breath, reminding myself that this meeting was long overdue.

As I approached an unoccupied table by the window, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass—nervous eyes, tense posture.

I couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at me.

Marc and I had never been close before my kidnapping, and recent events had strained that bond.

It was time to confront the issues that lingered between us.

I took a seat, glancing at the menu but finding it hard to focus on the words.

Every passing second felt like an eternity, each one bringing me closer to the impending conversation.

I checked my phone, and a text from Nitro made me smile.