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My brain’s track of choice: Shannon like the river, with the gorgeous blue eyes, face of an angel, and the troubled past.
“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”
“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
Shannon—absolutely, but Bella? Not a chance.
His house reeked of money and luxury. Mine reeked of whiskey and pain.
