Delilah
“What the hell are you doing Double?” My voice was low, trembling with anger. What the hell had gotten into him? He was acting like an animal. Juice wasn’t doing anything. We had just been talking.
In a group.
Plus he had no right to act like a jealous boyfriend. And even if he was my boyfriend I wasn’t the kind of girl that put up with that kind of Neanderthal behaviour.
“Put me the f**k down.” I beat the back of his wide back with my fists, but he was so solid all I managed to do was hurt my own hands.
I had expected to take me into the house but one turn of my head showed that wasn’t the case. He was heading towards the cars. His truck to be precise which was tucked behind one of the many garages that lined the property.
“I said put me the f**k do…” the words left
