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58 | A Venture Undertaken
◆ MILES ◆
It took me a while, but now I finally had the guts to tell my parents why I couldn't make their plans a reality. Their plans for my future, specifically.
The last time we had a lengthy discussion, I presented a couple of arguments to both of them...and Mykaela topped the list.
But therein lies the problem: she refused to acknowledge it. Out of spite? I couldn't tell yet. All I knew for sure, at this point, I would do anything for her. Anything to keep her safe.
I abhorred violence. But one of these days I might just find myself murdering a mob of lowlife thugs just to keep her and her family safe. She didn't have to go through this kind of trouble. Mykaela didn't deserve a life like mine. Her future should be hers to decide for.
If it meant I had to hide, forget, or lie about how I felt for her, I would. I would do anything to keep her out of my family's mess.
Yet she seemed obl
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