A.J. had released him and was now tearing his hands through his hair. “You won’t be handling a damn thing. She’s my sister. I’ll talk to POTUS. My people will take care of the situation. You’ve done enough.” He started to walk away, but Jesse hurried to catch up with him, matching his angry strides. “I have to do this. This is my mess. My problem. Not yours and—” “You made it my problem when you fell for my damn sister!” A.J. whirled around and fisted Jesse’s shirt with both hands this time. “I will kill you with my bare hands if something happens to Ella. Do you understand me? You might be
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