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Damian’s POV
I knew I had anger issues. I had always known that. But I was not ready to change myself just because some people thought it wasn’t appropriate.
As soon as I got home, I headed straight for the gym to blow some steam off. I needed to work out some of the rage which was built up in my system. I was so freaking mad that I felt like I could punch right through a solid brick wall.
Who the f**k did they think they were? How could they accuse me of something which I didn’t do? It was the stupidest thing I had ever heard.
Maybe I should have done it; perhaps then I wouldn’t feel so enraged by the accusation. The man who was killed was a pathetic joke of a man who wasn’t even worth considering. Why the f**k was I being accused over his death? He probably deserved to die, and
