Pannel & Hook

Chapter 22: Nuketown

POV NATE

TW: Intense violence and language

There's an old Chinese idiom that says," One mountain cannot contain two tigers." It usually reflects thoughts and worries but personally, I have a bullet for every dumb motherfucker who tries to touch mine.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. Waves of hot rocks fly past my face while sending a couple back as I take cover behind my ride.

Shit, I'm out. "You still can't shoot for shit Nate".

"Fuck you, Morgan, you couldn't hit the broadside of a fucking barn".

Fuck this...I take a deep breath before breaking into a full sprint across the gas station and throw my empty piece over the trunk of his orange super and sneak his ass with a clean left hook when he poked his head out.

Before he could recover from that blow, I hit em up with a two-piece but flew back after his boot stuck my abs.

I fall to the floor for a moment to collect my air as he regained his footing and got into his stance then went for a side kick to my face until I caught his leg and lifted him as high as I could then returned his ass to the earth and let my fist fly the moment, he touched the ground but even then he was still throwing blows until he managed to grab the back of my neck and hit me with a three-piece, using his reach and hitting me off of him.

Morgan is well over six-foot and built but I did my best to close the distance, being fast enough to dodge his reach even if it meant taking a few to knock him off balance, throwing him in a daze.

Sliding back into my stance, putting all my weight onto my foot before twisting my hips, driving a right hook to his liver and one to the other side, and another to test his fucking chin before charging at him one more time.

The second he hit the ground, I rained down on him with everything had, hitting him so hard I felt something in my hand crack or pop with no plans of stopping despite how bloody my fist became.

AHHHHHHH. I sat above Morgan, both of us with labored breathing.

"I told you...the next time you stepped foot in the East End again that I'd put you in the fucking ground". I leaned back for a second to take out my switch and placed it to his throat. "Last Words?".

He chuckled. "Happy Birthday, Nathan".

My grip on the handle tightened, ready to apply pressure coming down before I heard.

"CAPTAIN!". I turn to see Kimi standing with a piece to the head of Morgan's second in command with him holding one at hers.

"Pete got pinched".

"If you're done then please get the fuck off me". Morgan said as he spits the shit in his mouth on the ground. It's always something, I can never catch a body in peace...I sigh to myself as I get up with Morgan doing the same as if nothing happened, knowing we both were holding back a little.

I make my way to my ride, returning my switch and putting it in drive, and swerve around the corpse of the gas station worker making my way to the Black Lagoon.