Dragon he's a feisty thing, "you really asking me about where I put my di**? Want to get a latte and effin' gossip too?" I shook my head. "I'll see you later.. hopefully, not until morning. Don't come knocking." Brenna is a good mother, a protective mother, "my daughter already has a mother. She is not and never will be yours. You stay the eff away from her. And if I ever see you look at her again the way you were earlier, I'll effing cut your eyes out with a dull spoon." Dragon, he doesn't like others butting into his business, he's also protective and jealous, "brother, you got no part in this. Shut the eff up. This is between Brenna and me. I don't even know what the eff you're still doing here. I get here - you leave. I'm not putting' up with another di** playing Daddy to my girl, and I'm sure as eff not letting you sniff around Brenna." He's so sweet towards Brenna that you can't help but love him, "baby?" he questioned, his voice soft in a way I hadn't heard in five years. "Baby? What the eff? I'm not gonna hit you." They're relationship is so weird, but yet real, "you just can't help yourself, can you? You were bit**in' at me about fifteen seconds ago, and now, you're dressing me like I'm Trix." He shook his head. "So damn sweet, baby." And even if he's been beaten he makes sure a certain anatomy part works for his girl, "none of the boys his me in the jewels, baby. I woulda killed 'em if they did. You're so worried, you can do all the work," he said with a grin."
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