98. Dirty Laundry

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Elisa No one said anything for a while. "What the hell are you talking about?" Gerald spoke first. Michael's grip tightened on my shoulder. He wasn't saying anything, but I could feel the anger radiating from inside him. He was just about ready to explode. "Liar...you are lying," he hissed after a moment. "Yeah, Elisa. That's a good one. You are real funny. There's no way Mikey's her father. He told me he was infertile," Gerald barked. "That's what I thought at first, but it's not true. So now what do you have to say? Still don't care if someone has her?" I looked into Mikey's eyes and challenged him. Michael moved quickly all of a sudden and grabbed my throat. He pushed me towards the wall and then pressed me against it so I wouldn't be able to move. I tried to untangle his fingers

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