Keeping 13 (Boys of Tommen, #2)

by Chloe Walsh

“I don’t just like you. I fucking—” Shaking his head, Johnny rubbed his jaw before looking back at me. “Shannon, I love you.” I stopped breathing. “You love me?” He nodded slowly, blue eyes locked on mine. “Like, a crazy fucking amount.” “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed.

“Don’t give him that,” Feely snapped, snatching the metal stick out of Gibsie’s hand before Johnny could. “It’s a weapon.” “Have you seen the size of him?” Hughie offered with a despondent sigh. “He’s the fucking weapon.”

“Have you seen the size of him?” Hughie offered with a despondent sigh. “He’s the fucking weapon.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “Mad at me? Have a lick out. Hurt your feelings? Let me eat you out.” He shrugged. “It’s all I know, lad.”

“You should know me,” Johnny seethed, shoving my father so hard that his back hit the side of the car with a loud bang. “I’m the rugby prick, remember?” Fisting the front of my father’s shirt, Johnny reared his head back and bopped my father in the face. Blood sprayed everywhere and I flinched. “I’m your daughter’s boyfriend,” he continued, shoving my father against the car once more before swinging his fist and connecting with my father’s jaw. “And I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Hey, Shan?” he called over his shoulder. “Yeah?” Smirking, he said, “Je veux lécher la chatte de ma copine.” I frowned. “What?” Johnny grinned devilishly. “I said, je veux être à l’intérieur de toi.”

“I didn’t steal your boyfriend,” I shot back, shaking from head to toe. “Because Johnny was never yours.” Bella arched a finely plucked brow. “And you think he’s yours?” “Yeah,” I replied, shocking myself with my words. “He is.”

“Who the hell are you?” Bella hissed, glaring at Aoife. “Oh, I’m your worst nightmare, bitch.”

“Joey, please!” Desperate to stop him, I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a stop. “What about me?” “What about me?” he roared back in my face, green eyes filled with tears. A huge sob tore through him and his voice cracked. “What about me, Shannon?”