Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

“I don’t know who you bleeding are!” a nearby voice boomed, and we both turned our heads in unison to see an absolute giant of a boy slumped against the glass front of the chipper, talking at his phone while he inhaled an abnormal number of burgers. “I don’t know any bleeding King Clit!” “Well, shit,” Joey said, stepping back. “That’s him.” “Who?” “That’s the lad Shannon has her eye on.” “The one you said beat up Ciara Maloney’s boyfriend?” “That’s the one.” “Well, go Shannon,” I said, taking in the sight of the ridiculously attractive boy, who was making a ridiculously unattractive attempt at swallowing a quarter pounder in two bites. “He’s a little ridey, isn’t he?” Joey snorted in disgust. “Don’t worry,” I teased, patting his chest. “The steroid-head look doesn’t appeal to me.” “No?” “Nope.” Grinning up at him, I added, “I’m more into the lean, mean, cocaine-snorting machine type.” He smirked. “Funny.” “Let’s go say hi.” “What?” Joey gaped at me like I’d grown three heads. “Why would we say hi?” “Because he could be your future brother-in-law.” His brow furrowed. “Like fuck.” “Come on.” I laughed, catching ahold of his hand. “Live a little—but be nice about it. Don’t even think about scaring him off your sister.” “She could do better.” “She could do a lot worse,” I said, laughing. “Go on, Joe. Go and say hi to him.” He gaped at me. “Why me?” I shrugged. “Because she’s your sister, not mine.” “So?” “So, shut up and do it already!” “Why am I constantly being ruled by the ...