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“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not letting you go.”
“Do you understand me, Nevada? I’m not walking away. I thought I could, but I can’t and I don’t want to.”
“You fucking whore.” “That will be Prime whore to you.” Peter Madero choked on his own spit.
“Mother? I have a favor to ask. I’m sending a young girl to you by car. Could you please keep her hidden until I come to get her? . . . No, she isn’t my secret love child. I’ll explain later. Thank you.”
“I was asleep,” he said. “And she woke me up.”
This almost made me cry
