Bennett quickly sidestepped, turning just in time to identify the attacker.
To his astonishment, it was Holden, appearing as disheveled as him.
Holdenâs clothing was shredded, and he bore several scr@pes, though none seemed severe.
He even appeared slightly more robust than him.
Bennett believed Holden was truly lucky.
A woman cherished him deeply.
Even after a car accident and tumbling off a cliff, Holden had miraculously survived without severe injuries.
âCanât believe youâre still alive,â remarked Bennett, taken aback for a moment.
He scanned the area behind Holden for any trace of Adrian but found none.
He taunted, âSo, whereâs your friend? Donât tell me he didnât survive.
â
Bennettâs smirk widened as he watched Holdenâs expression grow dark.
Without uttering a word, Holden lunged at Bennett.
Though handicapped by a leg injury, Bennett, well-trained, managed to defend himself adequately.
Holden gained the upper hand but failed to subdue Bennett completely.
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âStruck a nerve, did 1? Seems like your friend is indeed gone.
Itâs a harsh fate, dying to save your wife,â Bennett said as they traded punches.
âHow dare you say that?â Holden retorted, aiming a kick at Bennettâs head.
âYou couldnât possibly understand what Adrian and I shared.
Youâre nothing but a loner, surrounded by dogs rather than people.
You reign as king of stray dogs.
â
Bennett was unruffled by Holdenâs words.
But his provocation intensified Holdenâs blows.
Each strike from Holden was delivered with more intensity now.
Eventually, Bennett was pinned to the ground by Holden.
Their gazes locked, charged with shared animosity.
It became apparent that one of them would die here.
With Bennett subdued, Holden targeted Bennettâs injuries more fiercely with his kicks, ensuring Bennett remained defenseless.
Gritting his teeth, he declared, âI intended to spare you, but you just canât seem to know when to stopâ¦â
His thoughts wandered to Ariana-how they had found each other again only for her to be ripped away by this ordeal.