Every instinct in me screams to go in there and demand to know who it was so I can cut them up, inch by inch, while they watch. Someone hurt my girl. Some sick bastard dared to lay his hands on her, and I’m going to hurt them back. It’s the fear in her eyes and her trembling body in my arms that keeps me in place. She needs me here, and she doesn’t need the sick, twisted version of me. I’d nearly puked when she’d flinched back and gripped her dress together. The small motion told me everything I needed to know about what happened to her. I want to rage, but it’s not what I want that matters;
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A man
