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I watch her from the bar. A sense of ownership washes over me when she leans in and kisses the asshole on the cheek. He rears back and narrows his eyes before placing his arm around her and pulling her toward him. That single move alone just cost him a limb. My molars ache from clenching my jaw so hard.

She glances over her shoulder, chewing on her bottom lip, and I fucking love the panic on her face. The knowledge that she’s bathed in my cum while playing happy families with the pompous prick and his friends, makes it even more rewarding.

I’ll replay the scene repeatedly in my head for as long as I live, but hopefully, before long, I will have her all to myself and I’ll finally be able to expel every sordid thought out of my mind and on to her delicate little body.

My phone vibrates, so I pull it out and unlock the screen with my thick fingers. Having never had the freedom of a cell phone until recently, I still find it difficult to navigate.

Mr. Personality: What the hell are you doing in Miami?

Me: Her.

Mr. Personality: Not yet. We agreed. NOT YET.

I smirk, imagining him all riled at my actions. The man struggles to remain calm in my presence, and who can blame him? I tried to kill him.

Me: She’s mine.

Mr. Personality: We have a plan in place. You know this.

Me: So do I.

The three little dots that show when someone is typing take forever, and I glance back up. A flash of excitement thrums through my veins when I find her watching me. My cock stirs to life once again, and I lick my lips with the anticipation.

Mr. Personality: Their jet left an hour ago. They know where you are. They’re coming.

Adrenaline zips up my spine as I push aside his concern.

My plans just moved up.

It’s time to take back what they stole from me.