Chapter 90 NINETY

—Mabel

The level of disrespect was through the roof. I wanted to stride to her and land a brain-resetting slap across her face.

But I wasn't about to wrestle with pigs— both would get dirty and they'd enjoy it.

“Let me handle my trash, sweetheart,” Alec whispered. He looped an arm around my wai...

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