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Daily dose of mental health:

Alright. We need to unite. That's all. I hate fucking decide and fucking rule stuff. People needs to unite.

 People needs to unite

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was pulsing though me.

It was as if like my blood pounded against the vein on my forehead no matter how much I tried to keep my muscle relax.

Ben was by my side, equally furious and tensed. Well more furious then tensed.

The dance floor was filled with people, the bar was people lined, the low loveseats were occupied.

"Don DeMarco. What can I get you?" One of the barmaid asks me.

"Nothing, Ana. Just looking." I reply as scan the area. She nods and turns to her other customers.

I still can't believe, Lucia followed Miri to Inferno.

I still can't believe Miri is that much dumb.

Getting herself and Lucia out after dark, without protection when she knows danger is all over the family, I mean how thick can she get?

"What do you see?" Ben asks stiing on one of the bar stools swirling his scotch that he got.

"Nothing."

"Any one of them?"

"None." I reply. "Are you certain of the tracker's coordinate?" I ask.

"It's never failed before, has it?"

True it hasn't.

But it's still unfair that Miri has a tracker on her car so that Ben is always aware of her location.

And it has come in handy before.

I mean...Miri is prone to trouble.

And so is my little rabbit.

The things I'd like to do to her once I get my hands on her.

"There." Ben points to the dance floor.

Lucia wearing the shortest black gold sequin dress with her wild hair on loose, looking the sexy little vixen she is at times.

She was dancing like there was no tomorrow, her face showed a kind of relaxation that was rarely there.

She danced as if it is the last night of be alive.

I walked over to the dance floor and it didn't take me too long to notice that Lucia was drunk and didn't have any idea of her surroundings. Neither she noticed the guys trying to get their hands all over her petite self.

I stood behind her as she danced away. Her bottom brushing  against my crotch every now and then, making me grow and hard.

"Having fun are you, kitten?" I asked leaning down so my mouth was close to her ears.

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