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69. The Meeting

Author: Meminger
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Marcus’s Point of View

I could hardly wrap my head around Ella’s nerve, her fucking audacity to dictate terms like she owned me. My boots hit the polished floor of the upscale Chicago restaurant, the clink of glasses and murmur of lunchtime chatter grating on my nerves as I scanned the room.

Yesterday, she’d blown off our agreement—refused to bring Lily to my apartment, claiming she didn’t trust me, as if I was some rabid dog who’d hurt my own kid. The rage burned in my chest, a fire I could barely contain, my hands clenching as I remembered her voice on the phone, cold and unyielding, insisting on a “neutral” place for me to meet my daughter.

My daughter—Lily, five years old, hidden from me for half a decade because Ella decided I wasn’t worthy. I’d thought about it, yeah—locking Ella and Lily in my place, maybe teaching that smug bastard Shawn Hayes a lesson, maybe even putting him in the ground for sticking his nose in my family. But I hadn’t done it, so why the hell was I the vi
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Eva Hormigos
Marcus is still self-centered, obsessed idiot. He does not deserve Ella and Lily.
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