“You cheeky little whore,” he snarled, hand tightening on the door. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” “Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to,” I snapped right back. Folding my arms across my chest I let him know in no uncertain terms that he didn’t wield an ounce of power or control over me. “Now, is Joey here or not?”
Woah the balls to Stand up to teddy lynch? Badassssssss
