“Do you have a last name, Kennedy?” Vincent asks as he once again steps into my space and places his hand on my shoulder, completely disregarding that I asked him not to. I flinch, but it’s only there for less than a second before his hand is forcibly removed. Isaiah shoves him back a step. “Rhodes,” he says. “Her last name is Rhodes. Now get your fucking hands off my wife.” “Whoa, man,” Vincent says with an awkward laugh. “It’s cool. I’m a big fan of yours.” “I don’t give a fuck who you are.” Isaiah puts his body between us. “She asked you not to touch her.”
MY WIFE!!!!!!!
