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Thirty one

GABRIELLE POV

"Don't fucking touch me. I want to see my dad right now" My fist clenched at the scream that tore out of the little boy's throat. Palo held him in place as he attempted to rush at me. It was quite amusing, considering that he didn't look all that tough.

His wavy blond curls were wild, his eyes puffy. Must have cried a lot. Gods! I had to deal with this tantrum-throwing teenager.

"I don't want to stay here with you". His grey eyes were fierce- they were the eyes of someone who could easily become a great leader... I could mold this boy, and turn him into a perfect Dom, but that would be unwise considering that I killed his father.

"Listen little boy" I got out, inching closer to him. He lifted his chin defiantly. The little menace.

"My name's not little boy, it's Micheal" he screamed indignantly and stomped the ground as if he was trying to break through it.

I took a suffering breath. This was why I hated children. They were too much drama, and they drove me near insane
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