Chapter four

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CHAPTER FOUR: the devil inside

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CHAPTER FOUR: the devil inside

∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒ 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙

NICHOLAS BECK HAD BROUGHT A PET CARRIER, HAPPILY CARRYING ALONG THE DOG. Who he had named Xena.

"Oh, come on, Lor," Nick spoke, smiling when Enzo made a face at the nickname.

"What is it, Las?" Enzo replied.

"Okay, I'm sorry," Nicholas sighed, making Enzo laugh. Nicholas smiled widely when he did, enjoying the sound. "But, look at this cute, little collar is!"

"Did you forget that we have plans?" Enzo asked, even if he was smiling, arms wrapping around Nicholas's waist.

"But,  Xena," Nicholas gestured to the puppy that was biting at Enzo's pant leg.  Enzo had tried to tell the dog that she wasn't allowed to do that, but Nicholas lifted her up, talking in a small voice that Enzo was always grumpy.  Now, the puppy continued to eat at shoes and pant legs.

Nicholas said it didn't matter as they could just either comple the works to give it clothes to then for free, or sped into the store and steal the clothes.

Also, Nicholas slept on the couch with Xena when Enzo said that she couldn't sleep on the bed.

Enzo had waited an hour before he picked up Nicholas and moved him to the bed. Nicholas kept Xena in his arms.
∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒ 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙

"Are you sure it's a good idea to leave her alone?" Nicholas asked Enzo.

Enzo sighed. "Yes, Love. Especially with how much food and water you've left for her," Enzo looks to the corner of the room, where bowls much bigger than the dog were. They weee for a larger, bigger breed of dogs. Or at least, older then the size that Xena was currently.

∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒ 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒₒₒᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 20, 2022 ⏰

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