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Chapter Ninety-two

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"Sit down, Peter; you are going to make my blood pressure skyrocket with how you are pacing around." I chided, then drank my brandy again.

"Mom, you do not understand. She was smelling like him completely. I know you said that you told her to be nice to him, but they f*cked or something close to it for his scent to be conspicuous on her body like that.

I wanted to throw the cup at my son and tell him to shut it. I was worried about us losing our heads, and he was worried about a woman that he was going to kill later on.

"Peter shut your mouth and go sit down," I said when I could not stand his tantrum any longer.

"Mom, you do not understand. I..."

"Peter, shut up! I do not care to understand anything right now; our lives are on the line. If we do not do it right this time and get to the root of things, then we will all die," I shouted angrily. "You will cease to exist alongside your precious dick, and I doubt our deaths will be quick. He will p
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