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She had a long way to go to be a Russo, but hell, I’d walk with her the whole way.
“Nobody touches you, Elena, no matter what you do tonight. Do you understand me?”
“Nobody touches you,” I shot back.
“Nobody touches you,” I shot back.
What do you want from me, Christian?”
He turned to me, eyes dark. “Everything.”
He turned to me, eyes dark. “Everything.”
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