I cupped her face, making her look into my eyes, as my own bloodied knuckles dripped onto her cut-up shoulders.
“Did he touch you kitten? Use your words, Harley.”
“Yes,” was all she had time to stammer.
The fear shaking in her voice tipped me over the edge of no return.
“Lance. I need a hammer.” I yelled out.
If I kill the boy, the deal between his father and myself will be over. But after tonight, his father would have wished I had killed him.
I stormed her, making her breath hitch in her throat.
“Come here, Harley. Let me show you what happens when people touch what belongs to me.” I picked her up and sat her on the accent chair, giving her a better view.
I took the hammer from Lance, propping a disoriented Ty on his knees in front of her. He put his hands on the table that h
