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"It's not anything to worry about, we'll get it sorted." Isaiah muttered to you as Michael let you escape the safe grip of his arm over your shoulder and hurry to order at the bar.

"For all you know someone might want to get me." You huffed and they both laughed.

"Who'd want to get you, huh?" Michael teased and ruffled your hair as he kissed you.

"Hey, a lot of people would like to see me dead." You said defensively.

"I'm sure." Michael smirked as he spoke and reached for his drink.

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