“Ciara Maloney’s boyfriend,” Joey filled in, giving me an odd look. “Some fella from Tommen beat the shit out of him in town yesterday.” “Oh?” I arched a brow and folded my arms across my chest. “Is that so?” Joey smirked. “Yeah, it is.” “Well, I hope he fucked him up,” I slurred, feeling my body thrum with anger at the memory of those nasty fucking girls. “Heard his girlfriend’s a bitch.” “I heard he was in a bad way,” Joey replied. “Broken nose. A few stitches.” “How awful,” I drawled.
