"How did you know my name?". I asked while grabbing his wrist. "What?. Why are you asking such a question?". He throws a question at me, instead of answering. "I'm serious, Mister Man. How the fucking hell do you know my name?". I asked, and this time around I was already hurting his wrist."You know that you are hurting me right?. Please let go of me!". He yelled. I mean he yelled. "Fucking answer my question, before I start a fight with you". I declared, and if he thought that I was going to be scared of him….. then he's mistaken. "You seem brave….. If you had acted more brave back inside the club….. I won't have saved your ass and gotten cut up with you". He said, and his voice sounded mad. "Now let go of me!". He commanded."No!". I said firmly. I can't let go of him because he seems suspicious. "What do you want from me, Cecelia?". He asked, and this time around his voice was calm. "When and where did you hear my name from?. And who the hell sent you to spy on me?. Tell
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