TW: Violence. Please read with caution.
Suri Nightingale
I blinked only once and suddenly, there was a fist flying in the air and it landed square on Anderson’s face. Living in the slums for most of my life meant I’ve seen fights gone down at least three times a week, but none as bloody as this.
With one punch, Atlas managed to break his nose. Or, well, rearrange his entire bone structure because there was way too much blood that came out of Anderson for it to just be a broken nose.
“What the f**k?! You f*****g asshole!” He shouted as he held onto his nose that was gushing like a red fountain.
The devious smirk that formed on Atlas’ face was more than enough to make my stomach and heart do a backflip all at once. Why the f**k is this turning me on? I have no idea, but earlier I wa
