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Look at her, batting her eyes at him like that. Why have I ever let her get away with it? She’s acting like a fucking slut. I should drag her out of here immediately, and punish her so she would never do it again.
I sighed internally. What is wrong with me? I would never lay a hand on her, but the urge to, was undeniable there though I knew I would never go down that road.
WHY IS SHE LETTING HIM TOUCH HER!? Boiling fury arose in me. I couldn’t help but think ‘get your hands off of my property!’ She is mine. I had to fight back the urge to go over there, and shoot him right here in the middle of the bar just for the way he was looking at her, let alone touch her. Fuck our cover and that shit. Why was I suddenly so possessive about her?
He took her hand, her eyes found mine as they walked out the back door. I felt the need to storm out after her to make sure she was safe. Right now, I hated to let her out of my sight, but she was a big girl, and she could handl
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