“I said she’s not going anywhere!” I scowled, standing between Clara and the large man with my arms stretched apart.“Gwen, you shouldn’t.” Clara trembled behind me, tugging my shirt, but I looked straight into the man’s eyes, or rather eye, since the left was completely closed with a large scar.He and his friends couldn’t just stomp into my home and force my best friend to follow them no matter how menacing they looked.“Move, runt.” He scowled and grabbed my wrist, wanting to drag me away, but I brought his hand to my mouth and bit it.“F*ck,” he cursed as he let go of me. “You’re going to regret that bi—”“Marco!” A rich, deep, baritone voice boomed through the room, pursing Marco’s punch and all eyes turned to the man sitting on the couch with a cigar in his hand.He hadn’t mentioned a word since he entered my small living room but his suffocating, commanding presence told me he was in control while the others were minions. Even as I tried to protect my best friend, my eyes could
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