"Where the f**k is my fiancé?"

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The eyes that gazed back at Mike were not sane, and both waited for one of them to make the first move. Although Mike had baited him here to talk, the gunshots that almost hit Eric had his fingers trembling, itching at him to swing the first punch. He was insanely protective of Eric, and almost being shot by his own father was crossing a line to extents. Mr. Hawk marched inside, not skipping a beat to approach Mike with a ferocious stare. However, Mike had seen that stare down before, and knew his father's mind was not at its best logical sense. "Don't tell me you f*****g did a few lines before coming here?" he snarled at his father, who chuckled with such a delusional ring to it that Mike took a step backwards. Mr. Hawk shrugged his shoulders, "Did the needle too." (Author's note: he

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