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"Who’s asking?" I motion for Jake to pour , sweets"

"Then the answer is no Besides, you don’t like being seen withto pretend I don’t give a shit and failing I can feel the tension in

"That’s not fucking true and you know it," Law snarls, and I can feel hi I don’t want He can’t touch me I won’t be able to hold back the tears if he does, and I won’t give hi off the barstool, and I wobble a little Both Law and Paine jurowls at Paine, pulling me towards his body in a possessive hold I feel the daet

"You made your choice Now live with it" I try to push past hier at hiet out of this bar

"You’re too drunk to drive"

I don’t even respond to his words I just call out Butch’s naut Law ether, but I know he doesn’t want to share ain, but what can he really say? Everyone in the bar is staring at us

"Pick up your phone," he grits out atno part of it

"Fuck off"

With that, I grab onto Butch’s arm, and he pulls me closer, probably because he sees the distress on my face

"Get me home, please," I whisper to him as the tears start to fall

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