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Threat

Author: Scare crow
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-08 21:15:38

Jordan's POV

I shoved the car into gear, stomped on the gas, and the SUV roared to life, tearing through the rain-slicked pass with the tires screaming against the asphalt.

My knuckles were white on the leather steering wheel, my chest heaving as pure, unadulterated rage threatened to split my ribs wide open. I was pissed—furious at myself for letting Ronan walk away on his own two feet. I should have ripped his lungs out through his chest the second he dropped his fake, sorrowful act. I had p
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