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Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Now why in the holy hell did I have to ask that? You are almost two years older than this girl, asshole!
“Oh really?” Claire leaned back in her chair and smirked. “And does Hotel Gibson come with good reviews?” “It comes with cock, Claire-Bear,” Gibsie announced—and not quietly. “An unlimited supply of five-star cock.”
“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.”
“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?”
“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”
Shaking my head to clear my ridiculous thoughts, I looked up at him and said, “I need to tell you something.” “Yeah, you do,” he shot back. “A name.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
I just wanted her. You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.
“You do know that you’re not allowed to keep humans as pets, don’t you?” he asked in a wry tone. “You know that’s just dogs and cats, right?”
“So, you’ll help me?” I asked, choosing to ignore his last jibe. “Have an orgasm?” Gibsie shot back with a shake of his head. “I love you, lad. But not enough to get you off.” “Fuck off,” I grumbled.
“Someone touched you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, placing his fingers on the marks. “I want to know who.”
Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.
“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.”
“Yeah, I’m just getting a bit hungry.” What the actual fuck, Johnny? “Can I get you something?” she quickly asked. “What would you like to eat?” You. I would like to eat you, Shannon.
“I was half expecting you to bring a booster seat on the bus.” Against my better judgment, I cracked a smile at his remark. There was something about his tone that assured me this wasn’t vindictive behavior. Johnny was being playful. It was strange, unexpected, and surprisingly welcome. “I decided to leave it at home,” I impressed myself by retorting. “Thank god I did, because there’s barely enough room in here with your ego.” “Shannon Lynch has banter.”
These were love songs. These were all love songs. Saved to a playlist with my name on it. Why? Why would he do this? Did he…? No. No, he didn’t. Of course, he didn’t. Then why…?
“I’m gonna sail my boat down her river,” I snickered. “My dick boat.” “Can they knock him back out?” Ma grumbled. “He’s going to give me a stroke with all this talk.”
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
“Come closer,” Johnny purred, his bleary eyes trained on my face as he crooked his finger at me. “I wanna show you something.” “Uh, okay?” Stepping around Gibsie, I moved to his bedside. “Don’t you dare!” Mrs. Kavanagh barked, causing me to jerk back and Johnny to groan. “Spoilsport,” Johnny huffed. “John, tuck those blankets under the mattress,” she instructed before turning her glare on her son. “I don’t care how high you are, Jonathan Robert Kavanagh Jr., I will cut it off if you so much as think about showing her.” “Show me what?” I asked nervously. “My dick,” Johnny announced, twisting to
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He beat us. Terrorized us. Tortured us. And she went to him. She chose him. Our own mother.
