"Open the door, sweetheart." Your boyfriend's deep voice sounded on the phone, his tone remaining sweet.
Opening the door, you see him with a smile as your gaze falls lower, looking at the man who laid a finger on you, kneeling in fear.
"Are my words alone not enough to get through your head, or do you want me to put a bullet through that little brain of yours for you to understand? Now apologize." Your boyfriend spoke in a daunting tone, pressing the gun to the back of the man's head.
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