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I nodded slowly. “I’ll try my best.”
“Make sure you do,” she laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”
A confused laugh escaped me. “What does that mean?”
Molloy winked. “It means what it means, my friend. Now, go play with your stick and ball—”
“Aoife,” Ricey snapped, stalking towards her just as the referee blew his whistle. “What the hell are you doing?”
Reluctantly, I jogged back onto the pitch and took up my position as the second half went underway.
I couldn’t concentrate for shit, though.
Not when my gaze kept drifting back to where Ricey, who had been subbed off for the second half, was arguing with Molloy.
“Run, Joey, lad!” Eddie screamed from the sidelines, when I caught a sweet ball mid-air.
Usually, I didn’t need to be told to do anything.
When I got a sliotar in my hand, I moved on instinct.
Not today, though.
Not as I watched that prick grab Molloy’s arm and drag her off the roof of the dugouts.
She fell onto her knees, and I lost it.
Abandoning the sliotar on the ground, I stalked towards them, ripping my helmet off as I moved, feeling a level of fury that was almost inhuman.
He had his hand clamped around her arm and was trying to pull her towards the gate, shouting something that I was too far away from them to hear.
“Joey!” Eddie was screaming. “What are you doing? Go back!”
“Lynchy!”
“Number six, get back on the pitch, or you’re booked.”
Ignoring them all, I kept moving, not stopping until that bastard was within reach.
Tossing my hurley aside, I caught ahold of the back of his jersey and ripped him away from her.
“What are you—” Ricey began to warn, but was quickly silenced by the fist I implanted in his jaw.
Staggering backwards, he cupped his jaw and tried to steady himself. “What the hell is your problem?”
“You,” I roared, chest heaving. “You putting your hands on her like that.”
“Jesus Christ!” Ricey roared back at me. “When are you going to get it through your head that she’smygirlfriend, asshole, not yours!”
“Don’t you ever touch her like that again, do ya hear me?”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll put you in a body bag.”
“Oh, fuck off back to the tramp whose legs you came out of, you filthy scumbag.”
“Joey, no!” Molloy screamed, hurrying to step in between us, but it was too late.
