20
Jensen
I left Emery at the university to handle the remainder of her school issues. I hadn’t wanted to abandon her when that prick was nearby, but she’d promised she would be fine. She’d claimed that Mitch was more bark than he was bite. After getting a good look at him, I had to agree. Though it didn’t make me feel any better.
Time and time again, I had claimed that I wasn’t a violent man. I’d been tested on that twice before.
One time, I’d failed.
One time, I’d succeeded.
This time, I had come so close to losing it and beating the ever-loving s**t out of the skeezy, conniving bastard. My hands had fisted, aching to blacken his eyes and rearrange his face.
But I knew that wasn’t what Emery wanted. Also, I had a company to think about, and assault charges never looked good in the
