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Chapter Thirty
Her dreams are my nightmares. ~A.Gupta Cole I groaned as I entered the hotel room I had booked for the night. My whole body was protesting with each movement I was making. Two nights in a row wasn’t a good idea and deciding to fight the man twice my size was something I shouldn’t have done. But adrenaline was high in my veins and people pumping me when I had defeated the prize fighter of the night had clouded my judgment. Luckily I had managed to dodge the killing blow at the right time or instead of just having a busted nose and aching ribs my brain would be plastered on the mat in the underground ring. My phone buzzed in my pocket but I ignored it as I picked up the bottle from last night and drank every last drop from it. My stomach groaned demanding food but I didn't even have the e
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