“Jesus, lad,” the lad groaned, holding his nose to stem the blood. “I didn’t do anything to you.” “No,” I seethed. “And my girl”—I pointed to the lounge door—“didn’t do anything to your girl but that didn’t stop her from terrorizing her.” I glared at the blond. “From cutting her hair and beating the shit out her!” The blond’s face turned scarlet. I knew it.
