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were trembling against mine. Her tears had almost made me lower my defenses. I

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was all a perfectly timed distraction. She knew her lover was coming to th

, destructive fury

hand wrapped around her delicate throat-not tight enough to choke her

panic flashing in her beautiful eyes. "You threw yourself at me just

ed, her hands grabbing my wrist. "It's not

y. "I gave you everything! My name, my protection, my fucking heart! And you

kie on my belt, my thumb hovering over the button. "I'm going to have the Enf

unged forward, her small hands snatching

e that back

button, her eyes lock

asn't the trembling tone of a spoiled girl.

"Listen to me carefully. I will never see that piece of trash. Tell the Enforcer to throw him in the

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ed voice crackled back. "Uhh... cop

he bed. She walked right up to me, ti

g slightly, revealing the raw emotion beneath her tough faca

instinct in my body was screaming to pull her into my ar

ere too deep. Trust in the Outlaw world

my fingers tangling in her soft hair. I pulled

, tasting the tears that had fallen on her lips, marking my territory with savage despe

ke heaven. She was

sping for air. Her lips were swollen, her

y thumb roughly wiping a tear from her cheek. "You want to be

d and grabbed

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