“Touch her again and I’ll fucking bury you.” Nash’s voice sends a shiver up my spine. I turn to see where he came from and recognize Shelby Christie, my former cheer coach standing under Dolcetto’s awning, her mouth hanging open with shock at what just happened. I realize that they must have been on a date as I see Andrew try to stand and Nash grip his perfectly pressed shirt collar, like he’s about to hit him again. “Nash!” I yell. He turns to face me and the fury I see behind his eyes startles me. “He cannot put his hands on you, CeCe.” “Who the fuck are you? This is between me and my
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