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Gritting my teeth, I cracked the bones in my neck with a quick hard tilt. “I told you, you don't need his permission.” Stepping in front of them, I threw my hands out and grabbed each one by the throat. Pinching their necks between my fingers, I lifted them off the shitty chairs that held their pathetic fucking bodies.

Their eyes bugged from their skulls, fingers clawing at my arms. Gurgled sounds spilled off their tongues as they tried to breathe and swallow. But I wasn't letting them do a fucking thing till they were out that door.

This was my time with Remo.

Tossing them out the door like garbage, their bodies bounced off the cement. Instinctively, they both massaged their necks, scooting up on one arm and looking at me with the best expression I could ever get.

Fear.

Fuck. I love that look a little too much.

“Don't look at me crooked, don't let your mouth run wild, don't fuck with me.” Pointing a single finger down at the pieces of shit scrambling back, I said, “I will not tolerate it.”

Taking one step backwards, I was back inside the room. Slamming the door shut, I stood for a moment in silence.

Remo and I had a few things to discuss.