Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

“I’ve a question, Joey the hurler.” The sheer fucking condescension dripping from his tone had my back up in an instant. “Go for it, Mister Rugby.” “I need a minute, Gibs,” Kav snapped, and without a word, his dopey pal strolled out of the kitchen, closing the door behind himself. “Now.” Kav folded his arms across his chest and glowered at me. “Who the fuck is putting their hands on your sister?” Well, shit. No one ever had the balls to ask such a forthright question. Nobody ever asked because they didn’t want to get involved, and even if they did ask, they didn’t want the truth. That’s how it had been for as far back as I could remember. With teachers, trainers, neighbors… Hell, even the Gards didn’t want to know. The only person in our lives that had ever taken the time to dig deeper, to push further, was Molloy. Until now. “Yeah, you heard me,” Kav pushed, unwilling to back the fuck down like I was used to. “I found her on her hands and knees at school on Friday, throwing her guts up,” he continued to say. “Something’s happening to her, and I want to know what it is.” “Why?” “Because I want to fix it.” “Why?” “Because no one should be putting their goddamn anything on her!” he snarled, losing that perfectly polished exterior. “Fuck!” “What did she tell you?” “That she fell over Legos.” He threw his hands up in frustration. “Fucking Legos.” “If Shannon says that’s what happened, then that’s what happened.” “No—no!” he as good as roared, losing his cool completely as he h...