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LUCAS’ POV.
His footsteps approached my door hastily.
“Where the hell did you put my wife!?” He asked, and Emily’s eyes went wide with fear. She rolled off me, and immediately snatched her T-shirt from the bed.
She made for the bathroom at first, but changed her mind as John’s footsteps got dangerously near. Her feet went in the opposite direction, and she hid behind the drapes.
I on the other hand, took my shirt, and put it on. I had just sat on the bed when my door was pushed open.
“You should knock.” I said, in a low rumbling voice.
“Where is Emily? Where the hell did you guys go to?” He asked, angrily.
I got up, and walked towards him, digging my hands into my pockets. Through my side-eye, I caught movement behind the drapes, and leaned in closer to John to distract him.
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