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“There’s nothing we have to talk about” Shell tried to wrench her arh her, not so much of Rusty, there were toohappen to her But if Copper caught a glimpse of his brother’s hands on her? Shit would hit the fan in the messiest way

“Sure we do, doll,” he slurred

God, how she loathed the nicknao It’s exactly what’d she’d been to him A doll he could pull off the shelf and play henever he wanted A toy that would take whatever was dished out and not fight back Hearing the nickna, and recollections she’d hoped were long buried rising to the surface

“Been away fro time Gotta lot of need stored up if you catch ue thickened in her mouth, unable to form words This hy she needed to leave Rusty wouldn’t stop And once he found out he’d fathered her child, he’d own her

She had to leave Opening her eyes, she saw Izzy h the croard her Relief washed over her Izzy was tough, so er than Shell, and holy crap did she look like she was out for blood

Narrowed eyes, flaring nostrils, clenched fists, she had it all going on Jig called it her oh-hell-no look and warned theht now, that look was precisely what Shell needed to bolster her confidence

“Let go, Rusty,” Shell said with bite, ripping her arrasp She refused to rub the sore skin Wouldn’t give hi he’d hurt the tender flesh of her inner arm

“Hey, girl,” Izzy said, drawing Shell close for a hug Her way of re Shell from Rusty’s reach

“Well, well, well,” he said “Who do we have here?”

“Izzy” She held out a hand “You must be Rusty”

“In the flesh” He slithered next to her and slung an arin’ body Say bye to your friend You and I got a date in my room”

Izzy snorted “Don’t think so, buddy I sure as fuck ain’t a Honey, and you sure as fuck don’t get to de from me”

Lips curling, Rusty snarled “Look, bitch, your ass is in otta pay”