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Taking The Baby.

ผู้เขียน: AthenaWrites
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-21 14:30:03

Petra s POV:

The car was too quiet except for the sound of Lucas breathing hard beside me, jaw clenched, cheek swelling where JD’s fist had landed. I almost thought she'd come after me, I would've fucking ran. I'm not ready to deal with her.

I sat stiffly in the back seat, pressing an ice cube wrapped in tissue to his bruised face. My hand trembled slightly, but I didn’t let it show.

“She’s lost her fucking mind,” Lucas muttered, teeth grinding. “That bitch. She thinks she can humiliate me in public? In front of reporters? Lawyers? Like she’s somebody?”

I didn’t answer as I dabbed the ice gently, watching his skin darken beneath her fingers. Whenever he's pissed, I know better than to talk.

“I should kill her next,” he snapped suddenly. “Let’s see if her big mouth keeps running from a grave.”

I don't know why that sentence made me freeze.

Lucas turned to look at me. His eyes were wild and unhinged with fury and something darker. “I’m untouchable, Petra. You know that, right? No one
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