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Chapter 17.

Teagan POV.

Waking the next day, I’m dog tired. Antonio didn’t leave my side after what happened yesterday. He was so attentive. Waking me every so often and helping me eat. For someone who is a cold-blooded killer, he was caring. It could be because he felt guilty. But that can’t be right, can it?

I look at the side of the bed that Antonio slept on and it’s empty. I reach for the pillow and hug it to me, taking a deep whiff of his woodsy, spicy cologne that lingers. This is not creepy at all. I chuckle as I feel myself relax. This is so messed up.

I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. I am essentially his prisoner and her I am rubbing the pillow on myself like some bitch in heat. But god even I will admit he smells and looks so goddamn good. The man is a snack.

Six foot two inches of muscle. Those honey coloured eyes peer into my very soul. The dirty blonde hair begging for my fingers to pull. His tattoos daring me to lick and suck them. Get it together, you hussy! I throw the p
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