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e more she became aware of his captivating presence. She had initially failed to

him a wrestler-like appearance. She found it oddly charming. As he drew nearer, she couldn't help but admire the contrast betwe

he had put into achieving such a well-built body. His muscles hinted at countless hours of hard work and dedic

tensity. His well-defined jawline added a touch of ruggedness to his overall appearance, complementing his striking features perfectly. At that moment

embrace. "Hey, Frank," she called out, her excitement was obvious. A

well. "How was the burial, bro?" Travis asked, his voice filled with g

ied with a sigh. As his gaze met Abby's, she felt a sens

ed, her voice laced

that of a two-year-old who had just spotted their favorite to

anger flared up. "What are you smiling at?" she yelled, her voice filled with anger and frustr

d the hard way that such leering gazes often signaled sexual intent. She had

reassure her friend. Abby nodded silently, her guard still up. "I thi

trailed behind. Abby couldn't help but steal glances at Frank from the corner of her

rs criss crossed his weathered face, a mark to show the countless fights he had endured. The eye mask he wore, cove

the room, sending a shiver down Michelle's spine. At only eight years old, Mic

not meet her father's piercing gaze and instead focused her gaze on his bare, scarred chest. Each scar

She had seen this side of her father before, the coldness that consumed him, removing eny form

him, she was nothing more than a witch who had escaped with his money, leaving behind a mere te

she ran her fingers along Mick's scarred chest, she loved the power and control she got from marrying Mick. The

It was during Grenada's pregnancy with Michelle that they had decided to formalize their

om the brutal hands of Mick's domestic violence. Her hunger for wealth and power had blinded

te and took a drag. The smoke filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of da

hief. "Oh, Mick, my love," she said, her voice dripping with calculated mischief. "

to tell," Michelle pleaded softly, her voice laced with fear. She did her be

's words sank in. Anger filled him, after real

in a loud voice that filled the room. His boys, Tom and Freddy came immediately

tted letting her own curiosity get the better of her. Seeing her daughter's di

illed with urgency. "Mick, we don't need violence

Mick said, his voice carrying a threatening tone. "If you don't want to be a part of the torturing process, then keep quie

a mixture of concern and guilt washing over her. She hated herself f

is command to his trusted associates,

grip firm and Painful, and started movi

ortured" Michelle yelled with fear as