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How was I to prove it to you?
Ezrah did not look like he was joking or issuing an empty threat. Fear covered Piper’s eyes. She dared not try another trick. With her face all red and swollen, she was unrecognizable, and the pain was terrible. Ezrah hit her, and it felt like all the slaps both Michelle and the waitress gave her times ten. “ I…” She was about to release another cursed word, and as if Ezrah predicted it, he warned her. “Be careful. If you call Zora a b***h one more time, I will put my principles aside and teach you who the real b***h is,” Ezrah snarled, glaring coldly at her. Pain and tears blended, stinging Piper in the eyes. So, Ezrah hit her because she called Michelle a b***h? The realization suffocated her in the throat. Piper could take anything from Ezrah but not when he was doing it for Michel
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