His shoulders slump in defeat and the condescending look he was wearing fades from his face. “There were no ill intentions, man. I swear. I was just getting a feel for our girl.” “My girl.” I stammer out the words, making it clear that she’s off-limits. “I get it. For fuck’s sake, we know. Riley Cross is off-limits. Duly noted.” “Do you? Do you really get it? Why the fuck are you calling her our girl? Mine, Maddox. She’s fucking mine!”
