[Self-control is overrated] // Rody x Vincent (Explicit)

[Self-control is overrated] // Rody x Vincent (Explicit)

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Everyone has the capacity of violence. It's just a matter of self-control, really. Rody Lamoree's not a violent man. He avoids confrontations like the plague as they're not worth the hassle. But Manon once described him as the type to do what's necessary if push comes to shove, especially when it means protecting what's important to him. And as he stood there in shock, pupils dilating as he stared at the droplet of blood trickling down Vince's forehead, and the angry man still continuing with his tirade, uncaring of the way Vince's grimaces in pain. Rody could only tilt his head like a robot and stare at the man with frightening intensity, silently agreeing with Manon's words. He took a step forward and everything went red. Rody Lamoree's not a violent man... but he could be.
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You spoke with your fists more than you spoke with your words the hate poured out of you and onto me for all the things that weren't my fault You've beaten the fight out of me taught me not to run and tell a lesson made in blood turned me into your slave You showed me kindness in rare moments you didn't make my life hell a manipulation or a nicer side to you I could never tell You fed me breadcrumbs made me treasure them like gold until I worshipped the ground you walked on and looked at you like one might look at God You upped and left never said a goodbye it hurt more than the most painful fist and the cruelest lie You became a ghost haunted me for a decade showed up in memories and dreams and one summer night in real life All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the written permission of the author.

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