Guns And Memories...

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~~Liam~~ I wasn’t sure how to act. It wasn’t about her stopping me from walking out—it was about her standing up against my mother. She had never done that. Never. “Why’d you ask that, huh?” she shot at me, those sharp eyes locked on mine. That same fire I saw when she dared face my mother was still burning in her. I smirked, leaning back like I had all the time in the world. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just… impressed.” Her lips parted, but she didn’t break the stare. Brave. Too damn brave. “Seriously, Liam,” she said flat, “there are a whole lot of packages that come with pregnancy. That's it? That's all you see?” I tilted my head, my jaw tightening, fighting the urge to just throw her back on the bed and remind her exactly what she belonged to. Instead, I let the cruelty dr

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