“We’ll have to teach her to hit harder.” The fucker grins. “I’ll teach her to hit harder,” I tell him. “You already stole my fucking sister, King. You’re not stealing my daughter as well.” “There is way too much to unpack with that, Monroe. I know you can afford a shrink. Maybe look into one.” King shrugs before skating off. “He’s not wrong.” Luke laughs. “Whose friend are you anyway?” I ask him. “Yours. But that doesn’t change the truth, Monroe.”
