“Briar, what the fuck?” I hold my hands up. No fucking clue what I did to deserve this. “You picked the wrong fucking woman to mess with, motherfucker!” When she swings at me again, I catch her wrist. “Mess with you? What are you talking about? What the hell’s going on?” “Don’t play stupid!” she screeches, cheeks flushed with fury. “You fucked someone!” “What are you talking about? When? Before I met you, yes.”
