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Chapter 13

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Don studies me for a few more seconds before letting out a humorless laugh through his nose.

“What’s so funny?” I snap.

“You, risking your life over something so small. Coming to this place, where you could be killed, for a boy who can’t solve his own problems.”

“It’s not for him. It’s for her. Camile is important to me, but I don’t expect a guy like you to understand.”

“You’re a child, Barbie. The naive one here is you.”

“Look, I have the money. It’s simple to resolve.”

“It’s not me he owes.” He turns his back and pulls a backpack from one of the metal lockers.

“But you were there,” I insist.

“I went to buy time. They were going to beat him to death that night.”

“So it was to buy time for the ‘boy who can’t solve his own problems’?”

I’m playing with fire here, but I can’t help it. It’s truly tempting to provoke him, to try to break the untouchable persona he maintains. However, when I see he’s about to lose the last shreds of patience and send me away, I lower my guard.

“Don.” His na
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  • CRIMINAL PASSION   Chapter 13

    Don studies me for a few more seconds before letting out a humorless laugh through his nose.“What’s so funny?” I snap.“You, risking your life over something so small. Coming to this place, where you could be killed, for a boy who can’t solve his own problems.”“It’s not for him. It’s for her. Camile is important to me, but I don’t expect a guy like you to understand.”“You’re a child, Barbie. The naive one here is you.”“Look, I have the money. It’s simple to resolve.”“It’s not me he owes.” He turns his back and pulls a backpack from one of the metal lockers.“But you were there,” I insist.“I went to buy time. They were going to beat him to death that night.”“So it was to buy time for the ‘boy who can’t solve his own problems’?”I’m playing with fire here, but I can’t help it. It’s truly tempting to provoke him, to try to break the untouchable persona he maintains. However, when I see he’s about to lose the last shreds of patience and send me away, I lower my guard.“Don.” His na

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