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121: Jealousy Burns

Author: Tarina
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[Lincoln]

That surge of possessiveness I always try to tame around my wife comes spiraling up in full force. The image of his form pressed against her scratches at my skin like claws.

God, I hate this man in front of me.

"Seems our little talk the other day had no effect on you, Mr. Smith."

I crouch, gripping a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back as another groan rips through his throat. More blood spills from his already broken nose, dripping down his lips.

"Do you want me to ruin you, Deric Smith?" I growl, my voice laced with a quiet, deadly promise.

He scoffs, arrogance dripping from every pore. Even with his face beaten to a pulp, he still manages to be insufferable.

"You can't do shit. Your days are numbered, Lincoln Sawyer. We're onto you. It won't be long before San Diego becomes mine!"

A humorless laugh escapes my lips, sharp and cutting. "We, huh?"

So that explains his sudden bout of courage and the hurdles that have been disturbing the Sawyer group since we came t
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