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[He scoffs, she's ballsy. Calling him out like this when she's still recovering from what he did to her. He stares her in her eyes, a smirk shows for a split second before he gets closer to her, leaning a little to whisper] You wanna try it, be my fucking guest.
[He pulls his face back but takes a step closer to her, his voice is louder now but not yelling] Look, I'll level with you, Dawn. I like you. I love you. You're the mother of my kids and honestly one of my best friends. You were a damn good cop, too. But I'll spell it out for you since apparently you're not too bright. I don't belong to you. You belong to me. And when I go home and fuck my wife or your friends or whoever I want to, you'll still be here waiting for me to get back because you're mine. And this whole independent woman thing might be exactly what you think you need to say to me to keep your self respect, but you're fucking wrong.
You're 5 kids in, no job, no money, no fucking friends that I didn't make for you. You got nothing. Even the kids would follow me over you. If you want to stomp around here like you make the rules, try to "pistol whip" me, like I said, be my guest. But you'll bring out a side of me you don't like. You said you learned better last time you tried to get me mad so let's see how much you really learned.
"Eye fuck" what the hell kind of Doctor Sexy drama reality TV shit is that. If I wanted to fuck that girl, she'd be bent over the fucking dinner table. I'm not into playing games, Dawn. I'm not some pussy hiding shit, I'd do it and tell you why.