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“A bad man touches you, that’s an emergency,” Boris murmured. “But you did your best, you did what I said. You hid and that was real good, little man. I want you to lie down and go back to sleep, okay? In the morning I’m taking you to my house and you’ll never have to see those people or this place again. But you can’t come with me if you’re too tired.” I caught my breath. What the hell? I watched as he tucked Noah in, my mood far from mellow. Seconds later my kiddo was out again, clearly still exhausted. I pulled on a robe and waited for Boris to come back, crossing my arms and bracing for battle. He c****d a brow at me, deliberately checking me out. Was he trying to use s*x to bully me? That might explain his little seduction-on-the-couch game … “You forget the part about not pissi
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