Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“It smells like a brewery in here.” “I know,” Joey replied as he started the engine and pulled away from the curb. “You can blame your friends from Tommen for that.” “My friends?” I shook my head and stared at his side profile. “What are you talking about?” “Johnny Kavanagh,” Joey stated. “We ended up dropping him home from the pub last night.” “Oh.” Wait. What? “You dropped Johnny home?” I hated the way my voice was all loud and pitchy. “When…? How…? Why?” “Last night when we were picking up our takeaway,” Joey explained as he pulled out of the estate and onto the main road. “He was thrown down against a wall outside the chipper in town. He was in a bad way.” “He was?” Oh god. Concern filled my chest. “What was wrong with him?” “He was drunk off his tits,” Joey grumbled. “His friend was worse.” “His friend?” I asked, careful to mask the emotion in my voice. “His…girlfriend?” “Nah, some big blond fucker,” Joey corrected and I mentally sagged in relief. “I think his name was Gussie or Gillie or something like that.” “Gibsie,” I confirmed quietly, thinking about how those two were joined at the hip at school. “That’s the one.” Joey nodded, then released a low chuckle. “Bloody eejit threw himself on top of the car, demanding I give him back his center.” Laughing, he added, “He looked serious, too. Like he genuinely thought I was kidnapping Kavanagh.” My brows furrowed. “Why did Gibsie call Johnny his center?” “Johnny’s position is outside center in rugby,” he explained. “He’s...