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... wn feet in my haste to comply. Jackson herded me back to the living room, where he pushed me down onto the couch.
"Things would have gone smoothly between us, you know," he said, settling back into his chair but keeping the gun trained on me. "Until you decided to be a greedy, controlling bastard."
Something inside me snapped. Maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through my system, or maybe it was just the accumulation of everything that had gone wrong in my life, but I found ...
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