she wasn’t a gutter rat that rose to a leader, like me. She wasn’t an enforcer who had no doubt had his body put through hell on the regular, like Niall. She was closest to Adrian, who albeit, was disadvantaged the most thanks to the iron they’d used. Nikki wasn’t a fighter, though. Not physically. Her response to this made no sense when as far as I knew, she’d never been through anything nearly this painful. I didn't understand, but I would soon. I'd make sure of it.
