Mike
Paul is hot on my heels when I push open my front door. “s**t-face Declan, where the hell are you?” I bellow once inside my house.
“Man, cool it,” Paul snickers behind me. “He’s not worth it.” Glad to see he thinks this is funny.
Not.
I mumble under my breath, “No, but she is.” She’s worth roughing Derek up a bit. To put him in his place…again.
A sinister grin plays on my lips as I remember the last couple of times I’ve roughed him up. Once, at that ridiculous party when I popped him in the nose for not protecting Elena; the second time, when I held him up by his neck against the wall in her house for being around her, when I specifically told him to stay away from her.
My hand forms a fist, itching to pound into flesh. The boy doesn’t learn.
The view from my family room and k
