He only mentions Lincoln, which means he doesn’t know another man was brought in to speak to me. “I didn’t rat you out.” I avoid his question.
“Well, what did you f*****g say?” Matt snaps.
“That’s none of your damn business.” I turn my back on him, ending this conversation.
He grabs my shirt and yanks me from the bathroom back into my bedroom. I swing, my body twisting, and my fist connects with his jaw. “Don’t f*****g push me, Matt,” I growl, clenching and unclenching my hand, feeling it already starting to swell from the hit.
Rubbing his jaw, he steps up to me, chest to chest, and I bow mine, ready to knock his ass out when he speaks. “If I find out you f****d me over, I’ll end you, Ryat.”
I smile at that. “I’d like to see you try.”
With that, he spins and exits my room, slamming t
