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“Don’t fuck with me, boy.” His eyes flash with barely-contained fury. “You’re not good enough for her.”

I step in closer, deliberate, closing the distance between us.

“I am theonlyone for her.”

His nostrils flare, his fists curling at his sides.

“Bullshit. You know what you are? A fucked up soldier boy with too many scars and too much blood on your hands?—”

I laugh, low and humorless. “Look who’s talking.” My voice is sharp as a blade. “How many men have you buried, Angel?”

His jaw clenches.

“We’re not talking about that,” he bites out. “We’re talking aboutmy daughter.”

I snarl, stepping into his space. “She’smy wife.”

“She’s too good for you,” he repeats, hissing like the Viper he is.

I exhale, dragging a hand through my hair, forcing myself to calm the fuck down. Because the worst part?

He’s right.

I don’t deserve Aella.

Not her sweetness.

Not her light.

Not the way she looks at me like I’m good.

But there’s one thing he doesn’t fucking understand.

I don’t care if I deserve her or not.

Because she’s mine.

And I will never fucking let her go.

I step back, inhaling deeply, letting my voice drop to something dark and unwavering.

“I might not deserve Aella.” I tilt my head, staring him down, every word slow and certain. “But I’m keeping her, Mr. Fury. Until the day I fucking die.”

I pause, letting the words settle before adding, “And maybe longer than that.”

His mouth presses into a thin line, fury vibrating off of him, but I don’t wait for his response.

I turn, shoulders squared, and walk out of his office.

I’ve got a job to do.

And I need to find these motherfuckers.

Because the sooner I do, the sooner I can go home to my wife.

Mine.

Chapter 33-Sammy

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