Fifteen minutes. I’m pacing, fists tight, but I won’t admit it—not even to myself. she's been with us for six months, and it feels like she’s already buried deep in my skin.
“Two minutes,” I growl to the member of my gang. “Then I find her.”
If someone touched her, I’ll burn this city down. I’ll make them beg. She’s mine to protect—no one lays a hand on her. Not now. Not ever.
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