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I could try to ignore it, but I’d only make myself insane. So where did that leave me? I couldn’t have her, but I also couldn’t keep myself away. I was well and truly f****d. I growled out a savage roar of frustration, shoving myself away from the petrified dancer and storming from the club. I had thought I couldn’t get any more upset. That my emotions had risen up and unleashed a full-on coup against me until I was a prisoner at their mercy. For hours, I walked through the motions of my day, conducting meetings and discussing business under constant threat of losing my s**t. Of becoming a conduit for my emotions rather than their master. It wasn’t until I received a text from Santino just after lunch when I realized just how wrong I’d been. I’d had the strength to take control of my emoti
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