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... aw instinct.
"What the fuck?!"
Rafiq twisted away on reflex, his hand shooting for the blade.
But Malik was already on him, crashing into him with all the force of someone who didn't care if he lived or died.
The two of them hit the dirt, hard, rolling and grappling in a messy tangle of limbs.
Malik's knees dug into Rafiq's ribs, his hands clawing at whatever he could grab: his arm, his shirt, his hair—anything.
It wasn't pretty, but it didn't need ...
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