Veronica’s POV. “Four!”“I got you. Come.”His hands wrapped gently around me, my weight shifted to him, with a quick sweep, Four lifted me off the floor.The paparazzi crawled closer, their lights flashing to my eyes, zapping my vision.My hand instinctively covered my eyes, Four saw me. “Hey! Take your cameras off her or I swear to God, I'll break that thing.” He roared. The paparazzi, an older man, far fragile than Four, hesitated. Even after the second warning, he leaned in closer with his camera right in my face.“This is your last warning, old man.”And when He didn't listen, Four flung his free hand across the side. The other paparazzi were quicker, leaping back before four could reach them. The older man was not so lucky.When Four’s hand returned, his camera was shattered into pieces, lying wasted on the floor. Air escaped the old man's throat. He fell to his knees quickly. “What the hell did you just do?!”Four ignored him. His free hand supported my back. “That'll teach
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