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TW: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE
(Still read this chapter tho you'll love it)
Sophia's pov:
"Miguel!" I yelled.
The robber swung for me and he hit me in the stomach.
"Owh fuck!" I yelled.
I held my stomach and it stung.
I saw Miguel run over, Mickey far in front of him.
The robber tried to run away.
Miguel tackled him to the ground.
"You don't fuck with my Sophia." He said.
His Sophia?
I stopped holding my stomach.
"Miguel-" I yelled.
Too late.
He crawled onto the guy.
Fucking hell.. I mean deserved but fucking hell.
He punched the guy.
Again.. and again.. and again.. and again.
He was literally Robin.
"Miguel!" I yelled.
I saw blood gush out of the robbers face.
"Miguel enough!" I yelled.
I ripped him off off the guy.
Miguel was breathing rapidly and his hair was a little wet and all over the place.
Lowkey hot.
"God you're hot."
"What?"
"Uh- Nothing."
I saw my moms card laying on the floor.
I picked it up.
When i bent down the robber flinched.
"Scram." Miguel said.
The robber stood up and started limping away.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
He held my face with one hand and looked around it for any injuries.
"Im fine." I said.
He held my face, a worried look plastered on his.
"Miguel im honestly okay." I said.
He didn't let go.
I held his other hand.
When i came for it he flinched.
"Ah-" He hissed.
I held his hand and looked at it.
"Jesus Mikey.." I said.
His knuckles were bleeding, badly.
"Cmon. Lets go." I added.
"Where?" He asked.
"My house." I said.
He whistled and Mickey came running back.
I picked up my bag of groceries.
"Lets go." I said.
We held hands on the way home.
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"Ah-" He hissed.
I dabbed a paper towel with rubbing alcohol on his knuckles.
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Endgame, Miguel Cazarez Mora
Random"Big reputation, big reputation. Oh, you and me we got big reputations. Ah, and you heard about me. Ooh, i got some big enemies." TROPE: enemies to lovers IN WHICH: Miguel and Sophia have been enemies since they were kids. Everyone knows and everyon...
