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"When I said I needed a doctor, I didn't mean a doctor in the family, you nit-wit!" Ghost snapped for the umpteenth time, after peering into the bedroom. The doctor had gone in a while ago and he has been restless. He left the door ajar, peeking through it at intervals of seconds. Right now, Ciara was a hotdog, craved by every member of the family. After whisking her away from them last night, they were probably craving to have her in their grasp again. He would be damned to leave her behind closed doors with anyone of them. Not even if that one was a doctor, a janitor, or the last member of the family. They were his family too, but right now, he wasn't gonna hesitate to blow out their brains if they made any reckless move on her. "I'm sorry, man. Alright? You didn't tell me what happ

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