Nixon’s POV“I promise never to hurt you, Marcella,” I mumble, staring at the television. She's named after a patron saint, and it's apt, considering everything she's already gone through in her young life. I've been through just as much, but I'm named after a corrupt bastard, and that depth of irony isn't lost on me.“I'll protect you from all the darkness in the world, including the danger you haven't even thought about yet. You'll be mine, and I will treat you like the most precious thing on earth.”It's Monday, and I'm in early. I suffered through the strange looks and the whispers behind my back from my staff. At least I didn't have to deal with Troy, who works later hours just like I normally do. And I haven't gotten shit done. Which means I'll be here for most of the hours in this damn day, long into the evening.My fingers itch to break through the glass of the screen and touch her. Of course, I could just go down to Linc's playroom. I could make myself known instead of sittin
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