Chris
“You got to be f*****g kidding me,” I mutter as I open the door.
I size the guy up and down with a glare. I raise my brow and c**k my head to the side. “We don’t want none. We already bought some girl scout cookies.”
“Is Lilly here?”
“Yes.”
Now I know remember you.
“Can I see her?”
“Ah, now I know who you are. Jace, right?”
“Y-yes, sir.” he stutters, shifting nervously.
I step forward and lean in as my hand grips the collar of his shirt. “Listen to me and listen to me real f*****g good, boy. Stay. Away. From. Lilly.”
He thrashes, trying to pry my hand from his shirt. He sighs then, his lips curl up into a smirk. “Go ahead, hit me.”
“Don’t tempt me, boy. From now on, you’re not to go near her. Don’t look at her. Talk to her. Or, even breathe in her direction.”
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