Page 42 of Nitro

Despite Spike's relentless efforts, Venom proved to be a formidable adversary.

The fight was intense, a brutal exchange of strength and skill.

I watched, my heart pounding, torn between the urge to intervene and the realization that Spike needed to do this on his own.

As the struggle wore on, Spike began losing ground.

Venom, was the more vicious and tactical fighter and he quickly gained the upper hand.

Each of Venom’s attacks landed with a bone-rattling force, and it was clear that the fight was taking its toll on Spike.

I clenched my fists by my sides, fearful for Spike.

Then, in a moment that sent a shiver down my spine, Venom delivered a final, decisive blow.

Spike, though battered and bruised, lay on the ground, defeated.

I held my breath, fearing the worst. Venom looked down at Spike for few moments.

My heart raced. Was this Spike’s final moments on this earth?

To my surprise and relief, Venom spared Spike's life. The tension in the air eased, and the weight lifted from my chest.

As Venom turned away, leaving Spike on the ground, a mixture of emotions swirled within me.

Relief washed over me. Spike had been granted a chance to live.

As the crowd dissipated, I noticed Micah, the official healer for the MC and the raven shifters, standing nearby.

Beside him stood Greed. Micah acknowledged my presence with a curt nod.

A silent understanding passed between us as Micah made his way toward Spike, who remained motionless on the ground.

"Thank you," I murmured to Greed, grateful for their presence as we hurried to join Micah at Spike's side.

Greed gave a nonchalant grunt in response. It wasn't a secret that Greed didn't get along with Spike.

No surprise there, given Spike attempted to flirt with Micah recently.

Micah knelt on the ground, and he placed his hands over the deep cuts marring Spike's chest.

I watched in awe as the cuts faded and now looked days old.

"Don't thank me," Greed grumbled, his tone low and gruff. "I don't like Spike much. Mayhem asked me and Micah to be present for today's fight."

Micah rose to his feet, the lines of concern etched on his face as he finished tending to Spike's injuries. He sighed and met my gaze.

"That's all I can do for Spike," Micah said.

I nodded, understanding that Micah's abilities, though formidable, had limitations.

"We're done here," Greed declared, sounding impatient. Micah shot him a pointed look.

"Greed, be a little nicer. Help Nitro carry Spike back to the MC clubhouse," Micah suggested.

I appreciated Micah's attempt to bridge the gap, but Greed didn’t look the least bit interested in helping me carry Spike.

I shook my head. "We've imposed enough. I can manage," I said, not wanting to burden Micah and Greed further.

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