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Chapter Nine - Rage
Taking my eyes off of her was way harder than it should have been. She kept her distance as we shopped, lurking in the background and checking her phone. Six guys had checked her out while she ignored me from across the store. The fact that I took a step toward her every time a guy showed interest should have been a red flag for me to get a grip.
That aggravated eye roll came every time she caught me staring.
The ache inside of me threatened to unleash what I wanted to do, but I had to keep myself together. I wasn’t there to start something, and I wasn’t the kind of man that started something I couldn’t finish. Hannah had to be my first priority. After I bought some jeans and a few shirts I texted Dante.Me: I’m here. Meet me at the bathroom in fifteen.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and started toward Neveah. She pulled her purse higher over her shoulder. “Can we eat now?”
“Let&rs
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