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"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
ᖇᗩᖴᗴ nodded towards Pope who carried supplies across the golf course towards the country club. He looked towards Nate and pointed at the pogue. "There's your girlfriend's baby daddy."
Nathan clenched his jaw, the hand on his golf club tightening. He couldn't believe the pogue actually had the audacity to show his face on their side of the obx.
"Forget about it." Topper remarked trying to avoid another scene like on the beach. "Just let him go." Of course Nate and Rafe never listened to him.
"He fucked Nate's girlfriend and his friend put a gun to your head, bro." Rafe exclaimed, glaring at Pope and following Nate after him.
"What the hell you doing here, pogue?" Nate stormed up to Pope, his tall frame shadowing him along with Rafe. "I thought I told you to watch your back. Coming on our side of the island alone... not exactly a smart move, Heyward."
Pope gripped tighter on the bags in his hand and the box of beer in his arm. He gulped loudly, cursing for telling JJ he didn't need his help delivering to the country club. "I don't want any trouble."
