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Not Right

Zane glared at the lighter in his hand. This wasn't the way he'd imagined getting this back. An important item should've been given back during a memorable occasion. A positive, memorable occasion. This wasn't the kind of memory he wanted to have associated with something of such value to him. They were supposed to be the memories he could look back on later on and feel good about.

It wasn't like the young mafioso could've given it back to Rose. She'd already left after tossing the item back to him. Instead, roughly at that. How much fucking worse would the day end up turning out to be? He punched the wall without a second thought.