Redeeming 6: Boys of Tommen #4

“You’re only eighteen,” he bit back, tears filling his eyes.
“I don’t want this life for you.”

“He’s only eighteen,” I shot back, trembling.
“And he
is
my life, Dad.
He’s my life and I’m
his

Every time I try to reach out to you, every time I try to pay you any sort of attention, you immediately go on the attack.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t if the experience wasn’t so fucking foreign to me.”

“I’m not your sister.”

“You know this is the same bridge, right?”
she sobbed, holding onto my body for dear life.
“The same fucking spot, Joey!”

No.

I didn’t know that.

“Nobody was there to stop her,” she continued, crying hard and ugly.
“Nobody was there to stop my sister, but I’m here now.
I’m here to stop my best friend’s brother from following my sister!”

“Joey, please,” she sobbed, clinging to me just the same as always.
“What about me?”

What about her?

What about Tadhg?

What about Ollie?

What about Sean?

What about Darren?

“What about
me
?”
I broke down and cried.
“What about
me
, Shannon?
What about
me
!”

“You fucked my head up worse than he ever did.
He used his fists, but
you
?
You got in my head,”

His cruelty was home to me.

It was all I knew.

I could handle his attacks because I knew they were coming.

“Is this her, Shan?
Did she do this to you?”

“No, Aoife, please just leave it.”

Nope.

Nu-uh.

Wasn’t going to happen.

Because she had the nerve to put hands on
my
man.

“Who the hell are you?”
Bella demanded, casting a menacing glare in my direction.

Oh, you poor, sweet summer child.

“Oh, I’m your worst nightmare, bitch,” I snarled, knocking her off Joey’s back and onto the flat of her own.
“You like terrorizing little girls?
Try someone your own size.”

“Because she is
Lucifer
with tits,”

“How’s my baby?”
“Still cooking?”
“How’s my other baby?”
“I’m okay, Joe,” I breathed. “We’re both fine.”

“You do the talking, Gibs.”
This one had a familiar look about him, with blond hair and a goofy as fuck smile. “Howdy, friend.”