I knock on the door non-stop, hoping someone will answer soon, I don't care that it's 2am, someone threatened you! I have to get you somewhere safe! and Ned too, I guess. The door opens revealing you, with sleepy eyes and messy hair, how is it even when you look your worst you can make my breath hitch? Zajchik! pack a bag and wake your brother! I'll tell you everything in the car I growl, pushing inside, I don't have time to worry about how you will react about Ned and I being in the mafia
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