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Anton mightâve been able to restrain himself if she stuck to name-calling â maybe. It was the laugh that set him over the edge. In a single stride, he was on her and swinging an open palm slap. The first was just to prove that he would, that he wasnât a fucking bitch. A second, more severe one followed to express, clear as he knew how, just how far past the line she had stepped. He held himself off from another by passing a hand through his beard once and taking a deep breath. âOkay,â he finally said, leaning in real close. âIâm gonna give you one chance tâsay sorry, Bel. Tâsay sorry and mean it. Or you wanna try forâa third?â










