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The Denton na him out of a few scrapes over the years His father had always made sure that he could live up to the threat

Da his woman, and this was his “What’s your name?”

She shook her head

“Look, I’ to hurt you, or force you to do anything My name is Damian Denton”

“Am I supposed to knohat that means?”

“Usually everyone does”

She frowned “I don’t know you”

“You were hanging out with Ivan”

“Not willingly”

“Ugh! Fine, just know that it’s a name that commands respect I won’t hurt you, and I will take care of you You’ve got a kid, right?”

“Yes”

So on between this wo to like it She clearly wasn’t in love with the guy He’d seen the e with the bastard

“Where is he?”

“I, erhbor to watch him”

“What did you want to go and see Ivan for?”