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restroom door banged open. Heavy boots stomped ag

! Don't let him ma

eped through the dark fabric of his shirt, staining my clothes. The overwhe

ncts immediately kicked in. If he didn't stop the bleeding,

is cold, ice-blue eyes. They looked somewhat fa

oached the wom

ld metal buckle of his leather belt and threw hi

to live, coop

ing the men kicking open the stalls one by one, I pulled out the small bottle of rubbing

lk camisole, grabbed the lapels of his blood-soake

t, the stall door was

s. I immediately broke the kiss, turned

are you looki

essed woman pinned against the wall, the thug h

tion in the bathroom," he laughed to his buddy

and their heavy footsteps

et out a long, shaky breath. My legs almost g

. He looked down at me, his ice-blue eyes flashing wi

bbing his arm and pointing

s gaze cold an

'd listen to the doctor," I s

pped the scarf tightly just above the deep gash on his side, tying a firm knot. Then, I pulled

this pen for a few minutes every forty minutes, then tighten it

chest and back. Beneath his hard, muscular physique, his skin was covered in

old, yet they were so bruta

ly locked up. His large hand shot out, cl

," he warned, his vo

ed his dark shirt with one hand, hiding the sca

d a beat. "What

umb pressed against my palm as he dropped

l," he rasped, his voice v

ed the broken door open and v

palm. It was a custom-made, black-and-gold enam

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