Her

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The two were back to their old ways.

Drunken nights occupied by heated kisses and intoxicating cigarette smoke.

The next day, he'd leave her apartment in the early morning.

They'd evidently run into each other during the day, whether it be at the diner while she worked or when he sat in his car, waiting for his next deal.

During these times, a small look would be spared before the two went back to what they were doing.

She'd occasionally pop up in conversations with his clients, the drugged up client rambling about what they'd do to her in bed.

It took all his might not to knock the person's teeth out during these interactions.

They way they moaned her name made his blood boil, rage running through his veins.

He realised then, that he didn't like sharing her.