Ava’s POV
Venessa lifted her arms, attempt to slap me but before her hand could reach me, my hand shot up, fast, wrapping around her wrist so tight I felt her pulse jump beneath my fingers, my grip didn’t shake. I made sure of it.
Her eyes dropped to where I held her, and for a second I saw the shift of surprise flickered, just barely, in her gaze before the anger came crashing back even harder.
I know she hadn’t expected me to stop her…..I know, she thought I’d stand and take every of her s**t, like I always did. But not again.
“Let go of my hand Ava,” her lips clipped together, her eyes held mine.
My jaw locked, my teeth grinding against each other as I stared back at her, refusing to drop my gaze, refusing to blink.
She tried to dragged down her hand but I was enough to tighten
