"Well, she needs to step the fuck back from my son," Mam growled, visibly trembling with anger. "I won't have it, Johnny. Do you hear me? I won't have it! She's a very lucky lady that it was your father with you tonight and not me!" "Step the fuck back?" My mouth fell open. "You planning on throwing down, Ma?" "She tried to have you suspended in January," Mam growled, cheeks turning pink. "She put her hands on my minor child, on school grounds – something Mr. Twomey conveniently forgot to disclose when I spoke to him about it." She narrowed her eyes. "No one messes with my kid."
