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Taking another glance around , Cainto live in I could h forI want to be is a charity case for Cain

With a reluctant twist of his h his nostrils "Okay, well, I guessI should go" I’ that he’s not pleased His hand slides over his neck, over that tattoo He does that a lot I wonder if he even knows that he’s doing it

Lifting the giant latte up in the air in a sign of cheers, I offer hiin to thank him for the coffee and the job, only the shriek of, "Get out! Get out of my life and never co screalass inside ure out what just happened, Cain’s strong body plows intomy drink out of my hand to splash all over the wall nearest us His arms wrap around my body protectively, his palainst my cheek, he’s that close to me

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

When I don’t say anything, one hand lifts to ently turns my face so we’re head on, and he’s a e is a nod and a s I should be focusing on figuring out what the hell just happened inthat deliciouspressed against his and each beat of his heart, its rhyth this close to Cain is paralyzing He could easily keep

Unfortunately, that’s not happening "Okay Stay down," he growls before leaping up and tearing outas he passes It takes lance to the opposite wall shows me the small hole

Those lunatics have a gun

And, by the shouts I’ed in there, unarht in front offor an excuse to talk to her for a little bit longer, ot shot

And I’d just stood there, only seconds away fro I see when I step through the already open door of this shitty aparthborhood is a scrahite guy in a stained tank top and ripped cargo pants, with a trickle of blood running down the side of his face His red, glossy eyes alternate between un It’s ja bullets like Yoseht about now

This fker could have killed Charlie

I can feelas I stand in the doorway, like a bull about to attack My hands autohting days

I need to get that gun out of his hands