“Do you think I’m stupid? I know why you’re up here. You told me yourself you’d be adding her to your pregame ritual if you won before.” He spreads his arms, daring me to argue. “Well, you won.” My jaw aches with how hard I grind my teeth. “That’s my fucking right. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do with my own goddamn Lady.” He holds up a hand, voice even. “I know. But I also know she slapped you yesterday and you’re pissed off about Cartwright. You can’t control yourself, Killer.” He glances at Story, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. “I’m not going to let you hurt her.
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