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“As far as fuck-offs go, it was a touch sad. From you, though, it was epic.” Jack slapped his back.
Maggie threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Gratitude filled her. It felt so good to have people willing to take her back. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for sticking up for you. It’s my privilege.” He hugged her lightly back.
Darn it. That was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her.
“So, you’ve added someone else to your harem? When does it stop? At ten? Fifty? A hundred? Funny, I never knew what a slut my sister was.” A familiar voice reached her and Maggie stiffened. Then she drew away from Jameson just as Jack took a step toward her sister, a dark look on his face.
“This. Fucking. Bitch. Is. Dead.”
Oh fuck!
Maggie moved in front of Jack as he headed toward her sister, who was standing in the open doorway.
“Jack, no! That’s my sister!”
“So? No one talks to you like that. No one.”
“Oh great. They’re violent too? Couldn’t you have at least gotten some with some refinement?” Rachelle said snootily.
Maggie turned to glare at her. “Oh, shut the bloody hell up, Rachelle. No one cares what you have to say.”
Rachelle gaped at her.
Maggie never talked back. She never stood up for herself. But she was over that. She was tired of being her family’s doormat.
“Jack, please,” she whispered. “I need to find Uncle Willy and this won’t help.”
He grunted, but didn’t take another step forward. She guessed that was as good as she was going to get.
“I need to talk to Mum. Is she here?” Maggie asked. She was proud of how calm she sounded.
“Why would she want to talk to you?” Rochelle sneered. “You humiliated the family. Again. Why do you have to be such a disappointment?”
“Call her a disappointment one more time. I dare you.”
She was so busy trying to get Jack under control that she’d failed to notice Ian reaching that edge and toppling right over it.
Monkeyballs.
He was now looming over Rachelle and she’d finally grown a brain cell and realized the danger she was in.
“Jameson? Some help?”
“With what? I want to see the little bitch sweat for what she just said to you,” Jameson stated.
Great.
So everyone had left the rational station and taken the train to nutsville.
Perfect.
This is what she got for being with men who were utterly obsessed with her. It was hard but someone had to do it.
Urgh. She was already at nutsville station.
“If you touch me, I’m calling the police,” Rachelle said in a high-pitched voice.
