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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

lammed into the wood beside her head, caging her in. She flinched, and

s. "You threw yourself at me just to protect that p

her hands pressing against my chest. "It's no

elty. "I gave you everything! My name, my protection, my heart! And you t

elt, my thumb hovering over the button. "I'm going to have the Enforcer drag him

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

e echoed ov

r, my mind com

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

asting the tears that had fallen on her lips, marking my territory with savage need

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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