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“I’m gonna kill him. Call that Russian for the cleanup.” I lunged forward and both Beckett and Cayden got between us.
Trent sighed, a smile playing around his lips now that he’d managed to unsettle Beckett. “Maybe I’ll tell you sometime. Now, take your little friends and stay out my way. Tell this punk not to get between me and Winter — she’s mine to do what I please with, marry, fuck, or wipe the fucking floor with.” Cayden sighed and shook his head, then pulled back, releasing me. “Go for it.”

