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Caught between a rock and a gang of psychopathic Russians, with an intent to kill. Lady-luck was definitely cruel.
Russell's impudence overwhelmed me whilst a new form of rancor directed his inky dark dilating pupils ahead, sizing me up, i was actually rather surprised he wasn't strangling me, but they say all is calm before havoc of a storm hits and as faint twitching in his brow signal, i guess i was in for it.
A colossal hand reach for my lower abdomen, hesitantly. Fear biting at his fingertips, making otherwise steady motions appear like an unsure curiosity. I departed a foot and a half, he didn't like that. "Don't, Robyn," A bitter undertone yielding him to such vulnerability, involuntarily. Swallowing before meeting my fearful stare. "Just let me-- Fuck!"
I somehow managed to catch him off guard, not before the same colossal hand mercilessly clutched my tender wrist. Forcing me to hold his tantalizing glare, nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge. "You'll hurt him."
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