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"Aiiiiii Shh." Roman grabbed his forehead in total amusement. "You need to stop making a caricature of yourself."

Emily couldn't believe he had used the word 'caricature,' on her. Smiling sweetly, she gave him a piercing look.

"Tell me where my dam**n phone is or I'll show you what a real caricature of oneself looks like." She seethed.

"In Damians name, woman!! You curse too much!!" Roman was beyond frustrated now, "How can you even be called a lady?"

Lark nodded in agreement.

"Well, if you just tell me where my fuc**ken phone is, I wouldn't cuss at you." Truly, she only used curse words when she was in a fixed and tight position. Especially one like this where she stood alone against two strange men, who towered above her both in height and width.

Even with the distance between them, Emily was sure that if the one in gray hair decided on it, he would have her crushed below him.

How could he be built so sturdily?

"You could ask nicely." The lanky one advised.

Emily gave him her full
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