LITTLE THIEFMila’s POV“Thief!” Thief?“Stop right there you bastard!” Alarmed, I raised my head to see a bald man going after my little brother, Jett. Frightened to death, I dropped the little food item I was able to get and ran after them, feeling my heart tighten in my chest. I ran with every fiber in me, increasing my speed as I felt the adrenaline rush in.I couldn't understand why my brother was being called a thief, but I chased after them anyway. Getting to a stop, I watched as Jett ran straight to a deserted area and halted. The bald man smirked and inched closer, only to stop upon hearing my voice. “What do you think you're doing to my little brother?” I yelled, glaring at him as anger filled my chest. Even if he was a thief, I was going to protect him with the last drop of my blood. Ever since our mother's death, life has been tough and hard. For now, we only had each other, and I was going to be his strength whenever he needed me. “Are you talking to me? Wait, both o
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