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I reached for my door handle, but he beat me to it. “Rule number one. You ride in my truck; you let me open the door.”
“She carries the weight of my name. She’s a Griffith to you.” They nodded in agreement. I turned back to Jackson. “If you so much as look at her wrong and she wants you gone, you’re gone. Have I made myself clear?”

