“Is this her, Shan?
Did she do this to you?”
“No, Aoife, please just leave it.”
Nope.
Nu-uh.
Wasn’t going to happen.
Because she had the nerve to put hands on
my
man.
“Who the hell are you?”
Bella demanded, casting a menacing glare in my direction.
Oh, you poor, sweet summer child.
“Oh, I’m your worst nightmare, bitch,” I snarled, knocking her off Joey’s back and onto the flat of her own.
“You like terrorizing little girls?
Try someone your own size.”