Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Listen,” Johnny announced, breaking the silence when the lights of Ballylaggin town came into view. “What I told you back there? About my surgery?” His tone was level, polite even, as he stared straight ahead, maneuvering through the narrow streets and laneways. “I would appreciate your discretion.” Appreciate my discretion? He was embarrassed about having an injured groin? He should try having a useless father whose only talents were gambling his dole money and impregnating his mother, while whoring himself around to anyone stupid enough to have him. Frustrated, I turned to him and said, “Who would I tell, Johnny?” “Your friends,” he countered and then in a much quieter voice muttered, “My friends.” “Well, I’m not going to tell anyone,” I bit out, annoyed and insulted. “I’m not a motormouth.” He tightened his hand on the wheel but made no response. Irritated by the sudden formality in his voice, not to mention the fact that he had spent the past fifteen minutes ignoring me, I glared at the side of his face and growled, “Why would I bother telling anyone anyway?” “Because,” he bit out, keeping his attention to the road. “I know what most girls are like.” Most girls? If he considered me to be like most girls, then why spend all that time talking to me? Why ask me all those questions and make me feel comfortable enough to answer him if he considered me to be just like most girls? Why bother with me at all? “You’re being ridiculous,” I muttered. “I’m being careful,” Johnny c...