If she wasn’t his best friend…
There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the man in her life to kick the living shit out of any asshole that hurt her.
You have me, Joe! You’ve always had me.
R.L. MathewsonAll I care about is that this doesn’t change anything, Eric. I don’t want to lose you.”
He gently cupped her cheek, brushing her swollen lips with his thumb. “You’ll never lose me, Joe.
She’s mom’s favourite brat, my pain in the ass sister, and Eric’s bitch.
R.L. MathewsonI didn’t think Joe was that desperate,” one of the men grumbled.
“I’m not,” Joe said, walking past him. “I lost a bet.
If you ever touch her again I will fucking kill you,” he said in a cold lethal tone that sent chills down her back. “You so much as look at her and I will kill you.
R.L. MathewsonI think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call a dick ever comes near me again so help me I will – Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!” she broke off her beautiful words of love to scream.
R.L. MathewsonIt wasn’t like he was purposely being an asshole. It just came naturally to him
R.L. MathewsonWhy couldn't her damn reliable car have stalled on the way over here or better yet, run out of gas leaving her stranded at the mercy of the wildlife that would maul her and save her from this hell? Was it really too much to ask?
R.L. MathewsonHis eyes narrowed on her and the bag. "Why?" he asked cautiously, afraid she was trying to steal his treats.
Just what kind of sick game was she playing?
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