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“Boys with pretty eyes and big muscles mess everything up for girls.”
I was going to kill that little fucker.
“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.”
“Not you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, settling me in front of him. “Them.” His blue-eyed gaze darted to the two older boys watching us with curious expressions, and in a tone that left no room for discussion, he said, “Go.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
You stupid fucker.
Johnny had a pinched expression when he said, “A Maroon 5 song.” “Oh?” I looked up at him. “Which one?” He shifted in discomfort. “‘She Will Be Loved.’”
“Lines and bulldozers, my friend,” Gibsie shot back with a meaningful look.
“Him or us?”

