Page 72 of Nitro

"Are you going to tell Tommy about this?" I asked.

Spike scoffed. "Of course not. This will be between us,” Spike replied.

The remainder of the drive was uneventful, filled with casual banter between Spike and me.

He shared tales of his boredom during his recovery, and I updated him on the latest developments with Tommy and me.

We also traded theories on the mysterious attacker plaguing Tommy.

As we neared Blue Vale Valley, the atmosphere shifted, and the mood became more serious. This territory belonged to Olaf and his pack.

After Spike's less-than-impressive behavior during our last visit, the guards at the entrance greeted us with unfriendly looks.

However, it seemed that Olaf had informed them of our arrival because, after a thorough security check, we were granted permission to enter.

The tension in the air was palpable as we made our way further into the compound, preparing to meet Olaf and present our peace offering.

After securing a parking spot, I locked the doors of the truck and turned to Spike, preparing him for the upcoming meeting with Olaf.

“What the heck’s going on, Nitro?” Spike demanded.

“Spike, I need you to be on your best behaviour,” I reminded him. “We can’t afford to provoke Olaf again and remember, Jack, Olaf's second, will probably try to stir trouble again.”

“Olaf should change his second,” Spike grumbled.

Was he really listening to me?

“It would be better if I did the talking,” I told him.

Spike rolled his eyes and muttered a sarcastic "yes, dad" under his breath.

I gripped Spike's shoulder, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation. He sobered up, nodding in agreement.

"Let's just get this over with," Spike mumbled.

I knew he'd fall in line, at least for the time being.

I finally unlocked the truck doors, and we stepped out to be greeted by two surly werewolves.

"You two can unload the merchandise and bring it to the pack house,” one of them said.

Spike shot me a look filled with irritation. He wasn't accustomed to taking orders from anyone other than Venom.

I shared his sentiment but swallowed my pride, managing to mutter a begrudging "Fine" under my breath.

Carrying the crates with our peace offering, we made our way to the pack house.

After carefully placing the crates down, I turned to face Olaf.

Jack, with his arrogant grin, directed his mocking gaze toward Spike.

Spike let out a soft growl but I placed a hand over his chest. Spike gland at me, but he stayed put.

My jaw clenched, anticipating a challenging encounter.

It was clear that this day was going to be a struggle, and I couldn't wait to conclude this errand so I could return to Tommy.

Olaf studied the crates for a moment before his eyes flickered to me.

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