Ava gets into the back of the SUV, and knows by seeing Dante’s expression and his clenched fists that he’s angry. Dante starts in a low growl- You’re late baby girl. Ava says- Dante… I Dante roughly grabs her arm and pulls her across the car so that she’s in his lap. He pulls her hair roughly, tilting her face up to look at him, and wraps his hand around neck squeezing. He growls- who was that?
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