Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Is this your fella?” I asked, inclining my head to the dark-haired prick who was ogling Shannon less than five minutes ago, yet had turned conveniently quiet now. “Is he?” The blond’s face reddened and she nodded. “That’s good to know,” I mused, and then I reached over the table, fisted his school jumper, and slammed my fist into his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” the lad snarled, doubling over. “I’m playing by the rules, asshole,” I spat out as I dragged him out over the table and hit him again. Both girls started screaming and flailing around. One of his friends made to move toward me. “I fucking dare ya,” I snarled, as I continued to smack the shit out of his buddy. He took a safe step back and held his hands up. I rolled my eyes. Fucking coward. I’d lost count of the number of brawls Gibs had jumped into on my behalf down through the years, and vice versa. This prick needed to get better friends. “Stop!” the blond cried when I continued to slam my fist into her boyfriend’s face. “You’re hurting him!” “Oh, you realize that, do you?” I spat out. “So you are capable of knowing right from wrong?” “What’s your problem?” she cried. “We didn’t do anything to you!” “You sure as shit did something to her,” I snarled. “And when you fuck with her, you fuck with me.” The blond paled and I released her boyfriend. He sank down on the floor, cupping his face and groaning like a pussy. She moved straight to him. “Did you like that?” I asked, glaring at the prick whose face I ha...