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"Talk to him again and he’s gonna end up in the dirt." Corey’s voice cut through the air, eyes icy with rage. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he stood motionless, his gaze locking onto you. "And I don’t care you and I aren’t together no more, you are gonna be mine until the day I fucking die, you heard that?" He watched you avoid his face. "You better go back straight to your place, right now, I don’t give a shit if he’s your friend or whatever, no men is gonna be around you." You tried to protest, but he didn’t care.