Page 35 of The Break Down

If one of them saw me with her, touched her with their fucking eyes while I had her pressed to the wall, panting my name into the night?

I’d rip their fucking eyes out.

Beat them to a bloody pulp.

Zero hesitation.

Why? Because she’s mine.

And no one else got to see her like that.

No one else got to get their kicks seeing how I’d made her feel, how her pussy had clenched around my fingers while she whimpered and moaned for me.

I turned to Tank slowly, my hand already fisted in the front of his shirt.

“The fuck are you on about?” My voice was low. Dangerous. “What did you see?”

Tank’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Nothing! Jesus! Take it easy, Bro!”

It was only then I realized I had him pinned back against the seat.

My fingers tightened for a brief second.

My chest rising and falling like I was seconds away from violence.

Fuck.

Mum would be pissed if she saw this.

I let go and shoved his shoulder.

Not hard.

Just enough to say back off.

Tank straightened his clothes, still blinking. “I didn’t see anything, Koa. Swear. But you came back in late, and for once you didn’t look like you were gonna bite someone’s head off.”

He gave me a slow, smug grin. “Figured you and the ginger had a go.”

My jaw clenched.

He said it like it was nothing.

Like what happened last night was some casual quickie. Just heat and release.

He didn’t know.

He couldn’t know.

That wasn’t ago.

That was a fuckingclaim.

I didn’t answer.

Because what the fuck could I say?

Yes, I got lucky last night. I touched Finley Adamo. Finally got my dirty hands on her.

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