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FALLON “Fallon!” Milo snarls after me, but my focus is laser-sharp on the stripper provocatively perched on Leone’s lap, her hands tugging at his belt. “Leone!” I storm over, ignoring the questioning arch of his eyebrow. Seized by a fury I’ve never felt before, I grab the girl by the hair and yank her away from him. I see nothing but red, the frustration of the past week boiling over, my cheeks hot with humiliation. She shrieks and swings at me, but I’m quicker—my fist connects with her face, sending her staggering back. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Leone stands, his grip ironclad around my arm. “Me? What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I spit back, defiance blazing in my chest when the girl I hit suddenly appears in my periphery, but before her hand can strike me, Leone snatches her wrist. “Try that again, and you’ll lose a hand,” he warns her, and the girl glares at me before ripping her arm from Leone’s grip. He turns to face me, and I see the moment he does tha