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“Shit. I thought I had muttered that low enough.”

“Give Christmas a chance, Dare.”

“I did. Once.”

“So? Do it again?” She winks this time fully walking away.

I sit with my back against the wall and the main door on my left. From this position I can also see the hall where the backdoor is.

My cell pings in my pocket.

“Motherfucker.” A picture of me dressed up as Santa next to a smirking Rog fills my screen.

Looking jolly, Dare.The message reads.

How’s Freddie, ass-wipe?

I’ve killed men for less…

I’m shaking in my boots…

You should be motherfucker.

Did you forget my hands are just as bloody as yours?

I’ll be in touch.Roque responds.

Just as I’m about to slide my phone back into my pocket anther text from an unknown number comes in.

You sure you aren’t some weirdo? Thanks for the doll.

Hey Freddie. I’m in Oregon for the holidays. Roque will keep you safe. Hang on.

Roque Salvatore? The mob boss? He’s going to keep me safe?

Yes.

I’m freaking out.

Just wait until I make him your godfather.

She types back a face palm and poop emoji.

Anyone bothering you?

Not anymore. I have a bodyguard waiting for me outside every morning and hired car taking me to school.

Good.I grunt out loud as I type.

Why are you doing all this for me? Some unwanted girl.

You’re not unwanted Freddie. Don’t ever say that again. Roque got you this phone?

Gulp? I guess? Some big man in a suit driving an expensive car did.

You’re going to be safe now, Freddie. I swear it.

She doesn’t type back. And I understand why. Adults say a lot of words. Make promises they don’t keep. I’m going to have to earn her trust.

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