Jennie Wilson POV
“ I am f***ing talking to you Jennie!” He grabbed my arm dashing me into his hard chest and I immediately slacked my arm off him.
“ Don’t you dare touch me, you son of a b*tch! “ I hissed at him venomously stepping back.
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Jennie Wilson POV
“ I am f***ing talking to you Jennie!” He grabbed my arm dashing me into his hard chest and I immediately slacked my arm off him.
“ Don’t you dare touch me, you son of a b*tch! “ I hissed at him venomously stepping back.
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