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My thumb lazily tapped the steering wheel. A dark smirk curved the corner of my mouth. I didn't know Livia had it her.
I slowly drove toward the car wash, she obediently followed my car on foot. She was covered in mud, clutching the back of her head like she was in pain.
My jaw clenched tightly.
If she had stayed with us, none of this would have happened. There wouldn't be a target on her back. And she wouldn't feel the need to survive this place.
I parked my car in the secluded car wash bay.
I watched as her pants clung to her thighs, showing all her curves. My hand moved to the hard ridge of my erection.
I jumped out of the car, boots hitting against concrete. The air smelled like damp ground and car wash chemicals.
Livia grabbed a bucket of soap water, dipping her sp
