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The Claiming
After the slap from hell that Maura delivered to Jamba everyone stood stunned. Harlow especially was on pins and needles as she gauged Jamba's reaction. He caressed his cheek where her hand had made contact and uprighted to his full height, towering over Maura's petite frame. Nevertheless, with her up tipped chin didn't seem bothered by the danger that he presented. An indulgence sneer spread across his lips as he regarded her. "You son of a b***h!" Maura shouted. "You want to tell everyone what you did?" "No, I think some things are best left unsaid," Jamba answered. It was then, seeing how neither were willing to back down. Harlow cautiously approached Maura, seizing her elbow she tugged in hopes of tearing her away from the staredown. Maura resisted at first but soon permitted H
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