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u hit me?" He couldn't seem to process it. The girl who had

ough to walk. In a world suffocating with testosterone and violence, a woman must know ho

re potent rage. "Bitch!" he roared, lun

winging this time. He used his sheer mass, tryin

furniture as a barricade. He clipped a side table, sending a heavy porcela

ed the room and landed on my mot

and sprinted for the box. I kicked the lid open. My fingers wrapped

jolt of power through me. It fe

s eyes, but it was quickly consumed by a rabid posses

d, my voice dead flat. My g

fraction of a second his hand reached for me, and I brought the heavy

ac

's arm bent at an unnatural angle. He collapsed to h

knee to force him flat against the floorboards, and jammed the hea

. Ramona stormed in, flanked by two towering men, on

a split second. "Get it! Quick! Get a picture of

thought they had me dead to rights. They

steel harder into Brett's throat and unleashed a des

broke into my room! Brett M

d, and loud enough to wake ev

the triumphant smirks instantly

ught in a scandalous affair. Instead, they walked in on a fully clothed, terrified victim

aralyzed, completely clueless as

I continued to scream, violently kicking over a heav

ike a butcher looking at a lamb. "You break into m