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I STOMP UP THE porch steps to the expensive-looking pristine white house and stop at the front door Thuloudly on the black door

As soon as it swings open to reveal just the person I’ for, I reach out and wrapwide open I shove him inside and kick the door closed behind ainst the wall He grabs at my wrist and tries to pry my hand away It only pisses me off, so I squeeze a little harder His face turns red and his grunts of distress fill my ears

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“Youwith my sister, Chase,” I snarl in his face

His eyes widen more and sweat from fear beads on his forehead I feel his throat bob as he tries to s under my palm

My reputation isn’t just known on my side of the tracks It’s known on this side too That he thought he could get aith fucking over my sister makes him stupider than he looks

When his face turns a purplish red and his eyes start bugging out, I loosen h for him to pull in a wheezy breath

“I d-don’t knohat y-you’re t-talking about,” he et past his constricted airway

I bare my teeth and add more pressure around his throat

“Are you calling my sister a liar?”

“No,” he croaks

My fist lands in his ribs and the strength behind the punch has his body trying to double over, but ainst the wall

“Did you really think you could touch et aith it?”

I don’t give hirip his shoulder, yank hiut The force of the blow has his feet lifting from the floor and when he comes back down, he falls to his knees I push back the hair that’s fallen in lare down at the piece of shit

I take my eyes away from him when I see a flash of yellow in my peripheral vision