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David glared at me as his thu down on their job at the academy"

"E-excuse m-me?" I stammered

With a smirk, he replied, "Don’t they train you ATF bitches to hide your fear a little better? I ht now, not to "

I shookhis words "ATF? I don’t understand"

He rolled his eyes "A white-bread piece of ass co to talk to enius to realize you’re a Fed"

A Fed? It took ht I worked for the governent of some sort Quickly, I replied, "No, I’onna get your ass jacked up even further for this"

Glancing over his shoulder, Deacon said to the young, blond-haired man, "Stay out of this, Bishop"

Bishop held up his hands "Fine It’s your fucking funeral"

David’s hand slid downover his shoulder at the others, he questioned, "What do you bet she’s wired up under her tits?"

When his hands started to rip open my dress, I couldn’t hold back my scream "No, stop! I’m not who you think I am I swear!" I protested

"Then just who the hell are you?" he demanded

Before I could answer, a tiny voice came from behind us "Miss Alex?"

The sound of Willow’s voice caused David to release his hold on my dress, but his body still kept me pinned to the wall At that same moed, and he broke into a run to reach us Grabbing David’s shoulders, he slung him away fro?"

"I’ this undercover ATF bitch what she deserves," Deacon spat, taking a step back toward me

"Christ, she’s not ATF," Rev countered

"Oh, then who the hell is she?"

"She’s my teacher … and my friend," Willoered in a small voice

David, or Deacon, stared open-mouthed from me to Willow "I think that’s the ot here"