“It’s not over until it’s over,” his voice rung through my mind. “It’s not over…” I muttered, straightening my shoulders. “It’s not fucking over.” “Damn fucking straight!” Guty shouted, slapping me hard on the back. “Now let’s go fucking win this thing, baby!” I’m not your baby… My grin widened, and I slapped my hands together, muscles stiffening with determination. I’m his.
