“You know what? I don’t have time to deal with this kind of shit. You can fuck off, and she can—” Rip got to his feet so fast, it was a blur. “You like having all those teeth in your mouth? Or you good with going home, missing a few of them?” “Fuck—” the other man started. “Trust me when I tell you that you don’t want to finish that sentence,” Rip spit slowly. “I’ve broken fuckboys like you for fun, and now you’re giving me a reason to. You don’t wanna go there. Trust me.”
Iktr
