Every cell in my brain was projecting nothing but rage and vengeance, demanding I take back what they took from Shannon. Take their pride like they took hers. Scare them like they scared her. Inflict pain on them like they tortured her. I could taste my anger. It was fucking potent. Dammit, I needed to get a handle on myself, but every time I tried, I just kept thinking about her file. Were these bitches the ones that cut off her ponytail? I had a bad feeling about the blond. Another issue I was having that was going to make me lose my fucking mind was the way these pricks were eyeing her up.
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