Jake steps through the door, blood still splattered on his shirt, jaw clenched, eyes dark. He tosses his gloves aside, voice low and thick with his Italian accent. Jake:"Cara… don’t look at me like that. I did what I had to. No one touches you and walks away breathing." He pulls Liv close, his hand trembling slightly. Jake:"You’re the only peace I’ve got left in this world. Don’t be afraid of me… just stay."
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