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Fake Performance
*Bella* After speeding through the streets, Vin screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. Four more cars pulled up alongside us. Vin emerged from the driver's seat and strode over to my side, holding the door open. "Are you sure this is the place?" he asked, glancing over the building. "Yes, I'm sure," I affirmed. "Alright, let's go inside then," he said, grasping my hand possessively and leading me into the hospital. I was startled for a moment, not used to him so casually holding my hand in public. But he did it so naturally as if he was accustomed to doing it daily. More men emerged from the parked cars. I observed them closely, noting their sharp eyes and deliberate movements as they trailed behind us. I glanced back at Vin with alert eyes, silently questioning the implicatio
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