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“Lana, are you okay?” Armando rushed to me while saying this, “What did that motherfucker do to you?”
Hurt me, used me, I'm ungrateful, heartbroken, damaged, suicidal “I-I’m o-okay. He attacked me but Nicolas saved me” I had too many emotions up to remain balanced, and this was the quickest lucid answer I could think of
“Son of a b***h!” he blessed him with a swear
I thought he had sent him to me but the moment he came in with this face of worriment debated otherwise but this could also be a play of his sick games. Living with him has taught me little smarts and his manipulative strategies so I can’t trust him on this. “Who was he?” I asked him with my doe eyes,
“Will be nobody till tomorrow,” he replied. quite friendly.
I sighed when I got up the signal, he was thinking about ki
