Rafe’s POV “Rafe?” Alexie’s eyes widened in shock and she swiftly released Desmond’s hands. “W…what are you…doing here?” She stuttered, looking from me to Desmond. “Shouldn't I be asking you the same question? Come here, you are coming with me.” I glared at Desmond, grabbed Alexie’s hand and as I turned towards the car, someone interrupted. “Mr. Man, you can't take her away, we aren't done questioning her.” I stopped in my tracks, glanced at Alexie first, and then turned around to see the idiot who dared to stop me. “Why are you questioning her?” I asked, trying to suppress my anger. “Because she is a murdere…” My fingers crossed his neck, stopping him from completing the word. I pinned him to the pillar behind him, glaring into his terrified eyes. “How dare you!” I thundered, my fingers digging into his neck. “Rafe!” Alexie gasped and quickly rushed to me. The moment her hands touched my arms, I felt a little calm and released the man’s neck. “What
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