In the limo, Colt just sat watching her with disappointment in his eyes.
“What, Colt?”
“What? Holly, you could have hurt that guy.”
“Oh, please. I used to work as a sideshow circus act. My best friend was a knife thrower. He taught me to do that s**t. If I wanted to hurt him, I would have.” She rolled her eyes.
“You can’t just go around beating up everyone.”
Colt didn’t understand why she always had to act so tough. Sure, they had heat, but this was out of control.
“Watch me. You don’t get it, pretty boy. I’m not some little barbie doll, like those girls at work.”
“Oh, trust me, I get it. I have been seeing you beat the s**t out of my friends and sucker punched me in the face, on more than one occasion. You think you’re such a badass.” Colt sighed, turning to look out the car window
