Eighty.

Nicola was still talking to Elliot when the sound of his phone ringing out a halt to their conversation.

He took a glance at his phone and questions ran through his mind as he tried to think about who could be calling him.

Sighing, he reluctantly picked the call since he thought that it could be one of his men but the voice at the other end of the phone proved him wrong.

“YOU!” Nicola sneered as soon as Lyon spoke into the phone but Lyon only smirked, he’d only called to let Nicola know that he couldn’t do anything to him.

“You don’t seem pleasantly surprised,” Lyon said into the phone mockingly, “I thought you’d be considering the fact that you sent some incompetent piece of shit here.” He finished.

Nicola’s fist clenched as Lyon spoke and although he was angry, he knew better than to let Lyon know that he had that kind of effect on him.

“You have a lot of nerves sending your men here when you know really well that they can’t do anything to me.” Lyon finished.

Nicola didn’t need a s
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