“Because he’s fucking mine!” I growl. “And if I so much as see you look at him again, the next thing you’ll be gawking at is my fist coming toward your face! Got it?” “I swear to God, Micky,” Lucy snarls. Cam’s pretending to hold her back, amused by her drunken state. “I’ll cut a bitch for you. Just let me go, Cam. Let me go!” she yells, trying to fight his grip.
