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Were these bitches the ones that cut off her ponytail?
I had a bad feeling about the blond.
Another issue I was having that was going to make me lose my fucking mind was the way these pricks were eyeing her up.
Longingly.
They needed to avert their bleeding eyes from this girl because I couldn’t handle it.
They didn’t need to be looking in her direction. Ever.
I had my arm around her, for Christ’s sake.
Take a bleeding hint.
No wonder the blond was pissed, I thought to myself. The dark-haired git was clearly going out with her, and yet he was staring at Shannon like she was dinner.
My dinner, prick, I wanted to roar.
“I’m ready to go now,” Shannon said, dragging me from my thoughts and my stare-down with the dark-haired prick gawking at her from across the lounge.
She set her empty bottle on the table and looked up at me with those big blue eyes. “If that’s okay?”
Settle down, heart. Settle the fuck down.
I forced a smile. “Yeah, Shannon, that’s okay.”
For obvious reasons, I kept my arm around her as we walked past the table of assholes from her old school. I didn’t miss the way her fingers knotted in my jumper, or how her whole body stiffened when one of the girls made some backhanded comment about whores chasing rich dick.
Keeping my head, I walked her out of the lounge and then pulled her to a stop at the bar. “Can you do me a favor?”
Shannon looked up at me with wide eyes, nodding. “Yeah. Of course.”
I pulled my wallet and keys out of my pocket and handed them to her. “Can you settle up with the barmaid and go wait in the car for me?”
Her face paled. “Why?”
“I need to talk to one of my friends,” I lied, smiling down at her. “I’ll be right out.”
She eyed me warily for a long moment before blowing out a breath. “Sure,” she finally said, sounding relieved. “I can do that.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
I waited until Shannon had moved to the bar before spinning on my heels and stalking back into the lounge, not stopping until I was standing in front of the table of assholes.
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
I threw in the word girlfriend for maximum effect to align with the maximum damage I was about to cause.
Several heads turned my way and I did not give one iota of a fuck. Someone was going to pay for her pain.
“Well?” I demanded, glaring at the blond. “You?” I asked before flicking my gaze to the redhead sitting beside her. “Or is it you?”
“Listen, I don’t know what she said to you,” the blond began to say, but I cut her off with a shake of my head.
“Is this your fella?” I asked, inclining my head to the dark-haired prick who was ogling Shannon less than five minutes ago, yet had turned conveniently quiet now. “Is he?”
The blond’s face reddened and she nodded.
