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Fighting for her, it was going to be a challenge She never accepted help from anyone, and she always had an attitude no matter what But that was the way they had to be in order to survive Not once did they have anything co had to earn everything They had to prove theht for food To hurt anyone who got in his way

It was a cutthroat world that hadn’t gotten any easier

Frootten a whole lot harder and didn’t show any signs of letting up He hated that, especially the feeling of helplessness fro Belle She deserved better, deserved a life far fro

He’d always thought so

The door to the bathroom opened, and Belle stood there in a si out on her skin, and she looked a fucking mess

She hesitated, and he nodded to the spare couch a few feet away from him

“Do you want a drink?”

“I don’t think I should”

“It’ll relax you”

“I don’t want to relax”

He poured her a shot of bourbon and held it out to her “You don’t have to drink it, but I can pretend I’ on my own”

She took the glass from him

Her hand shook a little She didn’t want drinks or conversation Her child was all she wanted

“They won’t kill your kid,” he said “If that’s what you’re thinking”

“That doesn’t offer me any comfort”

“I’ the truth Kids are worth far more to them alive”

“She’s a little girl, Drago No life here is safe for her I should have run when I had the chance” She sniffled, and he watched her take a sip of her drink