Matilda and Socrates lay in the bed next to each other covered in a sheet. They both looked at each other for a moment before Matilda stood up from the bed, and put on her clothes before she said, "Get out of here, Socrate."
Socrate Primal sat up and sighed, "Can you still not let go of your pride?"
Matilda turned to look at him, the gentleness in her eyes had vanished completely and she said, "The moment your father told me to leave and you didn't do anything, that was the first strike. Then when I had to fight my way back in my family for power, I hated you even more and that was second strike. Now that my son has been killed because of your games, and this is the third strike.
You have ten minutes to fuck off from the place."
That said she stood up and walked inside the washroom. Socrate sighed and stood up to put on his clothes, because he knew that while this woman might have some softness for him, she would not back off from her decision.
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