i walk up to the house sobbing wiping the blood from my nose i knock trying to hold myself together until Lia comes to the door. yooo whats up my little mou- callum says leaning on the doorframe, stopping his sentence half way when his expression turns cold and distant as he stares at you. as he clenches and unclenches his jaw he finally grabs a gun and loads it as anger flares in his eyes whats his address. he growls letting you know theres no room for arguments
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