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The kid yanked, trying to escape the solid hold Grayson had on his upper arrip on hiuy and at least thirty pounds, the kid wasn’t going anywhere

“Thief! Stop hi closer

Could this guy be the person in question? Grayson gave the teenager a quick once-over “I’estured to the purse in the kid’s hand

“Yes, it is”

“It’s not exactly your color” The purse was broith pink trim and a pink strap

The guy continued to struggle, obviously not s anywhere until the cops showed up “Let o!”

Grayson narrowed his gaze on the guy “If you don’t stand still, you won’t like what I do next”

“Dude, you don’t understand” The kid glanced over his shoulder “They’re after me”

“Probably because you stole,” Grayson snatched the purse while the guy wasn’t paying attention, “this”

The kid with a few scrawny hairs on his chin turned to hiain as a crowd foro”

“I’ll keep it and you”

“I called the cops,” someone in the crowd called out

Inwardly, Grayson cringed The very last thing he wanted to do noas deal with h questions to last hiet away and then Grayson could quietly slip into the thickening crowd

Before he could er or protect hiation, the whoop-whoop of a police car blasted into the air Then there was the sla of a car door

The suspect in Grayson’s hold fought for his freedoht The punch that landed in Grayson’s gut er pumped in his veins No uy needed to learn a lesson