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“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to not hit a girl?” Ace asked mockingly, despite the blood rushing in her ears and her labored breathing.
“When you see a girl, let me know,” Enzo said lowly.
“Ouch, Garcia. Truly. My cold, dead heart. You wound it.”
“Can’t wound something that can’t feel.”
“I can feel. I can feel how desperate you are to win approval from mommy and daddy. Pathetic.”
Enzo pressed the gun harder to her temple causing an ache in Ace’s head. “Wanna know what’s pathetic? A little girl running around pretending she’s one of the grown ups. You’re just a scared child, Ace.”
“Takes one to know one.”
















