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His grip was tight on my wrist, but even if my hand was free, I would have been too stunned to move. This kiss was different from the way Jack kissed me. This was rough, demanding. I was scared.
His body suddenly pulled away from me. I looked up to see Thomas dragging him forcefully by the collar. I didn’t think old Thomas could be that strong. He pulled Mr. Weston over to a nearby chair and shoved him into it. Mr. Weston rubbed his throat and coughed a bit.
"Christ, Tommy!" He shouted.
"Not a word," Thomas said sharply.
I’d never heard Thomas sound so cold before. He crossed his arms and glared down at “Victor” with a malice I never thought him capable of. Gran
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