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DJ looks Nate up and down and sain
"What do you want me to do, Julianne?" Nate asks softly
DJ sirlfriend for perht you’d never ask, baby"
Nate takes a step back, releasing DJ, and turns his back on hiy is: let DJ take the first shot
Nate is not disappointed
DJ grabs Nate’s shoulder and pulls him around to face him and punches him, square in the jaw, Blood spatters from the corner of Nate’s mouth
"What do you think of that, asshole?" DJ sneers
"I think you have a pathetic right hook, moron"
Nate punches DJ twice, once in the nose, then in the gut, sending DJ to the ground, but the otherNate weaves out of the way and counters with another right hook to the jaw, then grips DJ’s shoulders and pulls hiut and throws hirowls
"Fuck you!" DJ stands again, es for Nate again, fists flying, but Nate crouches and catches DJ around his torso and lifts hi shoulder, and drops DJ to the ground again
Holy fuck! I knew Nate was strong, but seeing hi Not only could he really hurt soood for you, you’ll stay down,in pain I’ets up to his knees, and Luke speaks for the first ti impaired, dude? Stay the fuck down before he puts you in the hospital"
DJ is clearly eround, sits on his ass and winces again A shing at DJ He looks up at lares
"I should have beat the shit out of you when I had the chance You’re nothing but a fucking whore anyway"
Nate rears back to kick DJ in the face, but I yell, "Don’t!"
He stops and whirls on e "What?"
I shake my head and look back down at DJ I offer him a sweet, fake smile, walk sassily over to him, and squat in my heels so I’m close to him
"You tried to kick my ass, remember, DJ? And I beat you bloody I’m pretty sure that nice scar there by your left eye is thanks to me"
I stand and walk away from him and he calls out, "Cunt whore!"
"Do it," I runt, then his head hitting the pavement, when Nate punches hi hihts out, it’s never boring" Natalie turns around in the passenger seat of their Mercedes and looks back at Nate and ," I murmur and kiss Nate’s bruised and swollen knuckles "Are you okay?" I ask him
"I’m fine," he mutters He won’t lookhim, he’s hardly laid a hand on et out of the backseat I lean in Nat’sand kiss her cheek "Kiss Livie for me I’ll call you tomorrow"