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Callum~

It took Callum ten minutes to get Alice’s wounds cleaned and honestly, it was the most excruciating ten minutes of his life. She said nothing. He said nothing. Her face gave nothing away, he couldn't tell if she hated him for breaking their kiss or if she was thinking about her nearest route of escape.

It was more leaning towards the latter. Because when he was done, she sauntered to her room and the door had been closed ever since. He contemplated checking on her but he didn’t.

Fuck!

He shouldn't have done that. She was a victim, pulled into something his niece was stupid enough to be a part of. She was shot, she was hurt. She needed protection, his protection. Not his constant lusting and prying eyes. Not him thinking about fucking her every time she even breathe. The army trained him to have control, and grit, in every situation. Where was his control? He just couldn't keep his hands to himself. But she seemed to want him too. The moisture between her legs was clear. She w