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SMOKE AND F*CK

KANE

A kind of unexplainable rage filled me when I saw Ian on her. I should be on her, not him!

Ian growled. He pulled his d*ck out and put his sweatpants back on. He had grown red in anger and his claws were out, ready to pierce through anything that came in his way.

“What’s your f*cking problem?!”

He attacked me with his claws but I stopped him by holding his hands and pushing them back.

The f*cker might be faster than me but that was only on the field. I was stronger than him in many other ways.

“I’m gonna f*cking kill you!” He snarled.

I looked back at the slave. She covered herself up in the golden sheets and I wondered if she was naked. She looked around the room for some kind of escape route but unfortunately for her, all the iron windows were shut and there was just no escape.

He held the collar of my tux, wanting to strangle my neck but Cannon showed up and punched his face. That irritated me.

“Mind your f*cking business. I can take care of myself!” I roared at him.

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Beth Miller

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