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Wade
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Valentino Wood, also known as Wade, has been alone ever since his family abandoned him at the age of 8. Now he's one of the most known street fighters and drug dealers. He is very respected and nobody dares to do anything against him, because he's powerful and don't fear anything anymore. He has anger issues and never shows his emotions to the point that people think he doesn't have emotions. He's now fresh out of jail and what happens when he get moved to the same city and school as his family? Read to find out what he does, and remember he doesn't want anything to do with them. English is not my first language, so please tell me if I spelled something wrong:)
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"Have I...?" He whispered again, fragile in a way that made my stomach twist, made my pulse spike in my throat. "Ever fucking hit you?!" His voice rose, furious and raw, shaking the walls around us-and vibrating through me, like it could set me on fire from the inside out. I averted my eyes, shaking my head. No. "Then why do you always cover away in fear when I get too close? Why do you expect me to hurt you when I've never laid my hands on you?" His teeth were clenched, jaw tight, yet there was something more in his voice than anger-something human, something unbearably close, like it was threading into my blood, my skin, my pulse. He was right. And I knew it. I wasn't afraid of him. Not really. Hell, I deserved punishment-for the blood on my hands, for the lives I'd shattered, for the guilt that clung to me like a second skin. Dany. The other half of me haunted me, her little face, her little voice, the promise of vengeance twisting through my veins. My vendetta came first. It had to. Every step, every decision, every second-I couldn't let him know who I truly was. Not yet. If he did I would never be free. And sooner or later, I had to go.

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