His lips pressed together, his gaze hardened. “I’ve told you, Malroy. I’m not your fucking mistress.”“And I’ve told you; do we have to discuss this?”He stood, so did I.“I don’t want a fight, Marcus.”“The fuck –”“I don’t! I won't allow it! I won’t let this happen!” I snapped at him.He stared at me, his chest heaving, his eyes burning through my skull.“I am who I have always been. I will not have Leon be a boogie man here! I will not! You have taken this step into my problem! And I accept you, as you are. Don’t question me. Don’t doubt me. I will cut my own head off before I see you in harm’s way in my name!”I waved a hand at his frame.“This,” I said, referring to his wounds, which he had kept very well hidden, “is not what I want! But I have marked it down as another debt.”“You,” I laughed lightly, even though there was no humor in it, “won’t let me go, huh? I have to keep paying you back for the rest of
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