In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem, #2)

by Amo Jones

I never let opinions of me reach my soul.

I bring my hand to his chin, squeezing his cheek and forcing his eyes to mine. “I don’t like her, Killian. You want to get mad? Fine. Get mad. I don’t expect anything out of whatever the fuck we are because I’m not on the market for a boyfriend and I’m pretty sure you’re not on the market for a girlfriend, but you go near that bitch again and she’s not the only one who is going to get hit.” I release his cheeks when I realize I probably look like a stage ten psycho.

“Spit.” I try, but because of all the weed, I’m dry.

same girl