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With the speed of lighting, Ghost was up and had rounded the table, slamming Sergio's head on the table and keeping it down firmly with his hand, squashing it against the rough surface of the table.
"If I say tread carefully, you should know it's about to get f*****g dirty, asshole!" Ghost rasped, taking out a dagger and impaling it right into Sergio's thigh.
He let out a thunderous yell, struggling with all his strength to break free from Ghost. But he could only try. He was no match for Ghost's steel-like hold, especially when he was in such a monstrous mood.
"The only reason this dagger isn't cutting off your f*****g c**k is because you didn't f**k her. I made sure to ask before coming down here,"
"What the f**k is your problem, man?! She's just a slut!" Sergio cried out, still
