“We haven’t met but, Mama, we should get acquainted.” The fucker purrs in that sexy accent of his and flashes her a smile. I glance at Nicky, his emerald eyes practically glowing with contained rage and he reaches into his jacket, pulling out his gun from the holster to slam it on the table. It draws everyone's attention to him with the guards closing in, and my Nicholas looks seconds away from shooting everyone. I reach out and grip the back of his neck until he glances at me from the corner of his eye. “Calm down, she’s the filling of our oreo. Don’t worry.” I squeeze his neck one more time.
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