“Okay, buddy. Okay.” Mason slaps him on the back, and Frankie winces, brushing his hand away. “And it has nothing to do with a cute girl’s attendance?” “Cute girl?” I snap, white hot jealousy surging through me. Who the fuck is Mason talking about? Who does Frankie think of as cute? And why am I acting like this? “Who’s the cute girl? Let me at her, and I’ll show her just how cute she is. I wonder how ‘cute’ she’ll be with my fingers in her eye sockets and her eyeballs in her ass.” Mason attempts to put his arm around me, but I shove it off. “Violet,” Jack whispers, and I turn to the only guy
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