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Puck came out of the shower of his house, wrapped a towel around his waist, and grabbed another one to rub his hair dry. He’d stopped by his old place to clean up and destroy the clothes he wore when he beat up Dipshit. There was satisfaction in hurting that asswipe. Gratification and redress for the times he’d shoved Puck in the back when he transported him to and from the housing unit and Ava’s office, but especially for the crime of stalking her.
Looking around his simple bathroom devoid of the beauty products, soaps, and candles that dotted Ava’s bathroom, he found it empty. There came a time in a man’s life when he had to come to terms with certain things. Moving in with Ava was one of them. Learning about Dipshit had only added to his natural tendencies, and protectiveness surge
