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Macy: “Where do I pick you up, little mouse?” My hand stalled on the doorknob dropping, and before I could untangle my mangled thoughts, I rushed him, and my fist struck his chiseled jaw, surprising both of us. “Don’t call me that again. I will meet you here thirty minutes before the damn thing starts.” I turned, calling the dogs back to me. I kept my fists clutched with Malice and Mayhem at my sides, and the second I was tucked safely back into my truck, I growled out my frustrations, then snapped my broken finger back into place. Then we got the h.e.l.l out of there. I don’t know how I got into my hotel room safely, but I absolutely rampaged once I was there. In my mind, I destroyed everything. But the reality was far more pathetic. Instead of breaking everything around me, I sat o