“Come on.” He grabs my upper arm. His fingers dig into my skin. “You’re not supposed to fight it, right? I’m offering you cash.” “Hey!” Something crashes into the glass. The guy lifts his gaze, and his eyes widen. I glance over my shoulder, too, surprised to see Steele there. He’s slamming the glass with both hands. “You get your hands off her,” Steele shouts. The guy, surprisingly, listens.
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