Nadine's P.O.V.
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"You're not even gonna say sorry?" I asked, frowning at the beast of a man in front of me.
"You ran into me," Feral replied, his voice deeper than I remember. It sent tingles down my body that made me frown harder.
"Did you even feel it?" I grumbled. "You're as hard as a fu.cking rock. I think my nose is bruised."
"Watch your mouth," he growled. "You shouldn't be dropping f-bombs like that."
I gave him an incredulous look, wondering if he was actually serious.
And holy sh.it, he is.
"Okay, firstly, I'm a grown a.ss woman, Feral, I'll say f***k as much as I fu.cking want to," I stated. "And secondly, I don't take orders from you or anybody else. You better get used to that quick, because I'm not taking your sh.it this time around, a
