Page 19 of Manhattan Tormentor

Fierro’s stick together no matter what.

We’re like our own army.

We can fight like wild animals and call each other every vile name there is. But if anyone else dare to do the same, we band together like rottweilers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Me and Fierro always joke around,” he lies smiling.

My stomach twitches. Though my brain knows he’s a colossal jackass and not worth a good jerk over, my body doesn’t recognize those logical symbols and only reacts to the hot guy in front of me.

I want to punch my face.

“Let’s go,” I tell her, scooping up my stuff and I about yank Bunny’s arm out of her socket.

“Hey, jerko!” she turns on me as only a Fierro can and she shoves my shoulder before rubbing her arm. “I can walk on my own without a leash.”

“Then get a move on.”

She huffs but gets into step with me.

Finn’s deep voice behind us stops me in my tracks.

“Don’t forget the party, baby Fierro.” He dares wink at her and then turns his smug grin on me as though he can sense the level my raging temper has risen to.

I rush Bunny out of the common room, past gaping people and into the hallway.

“Whatever he said, ignore him. You are not going to any party of his, got it?”

“It’s at his friend Bates’ house.”

“I don’t give a fuck whose party it is, Bunny. You’re not going, you hearing me?”

It’s the wrong thing to say to her. My sister takes direction and orders as well as a deaf dog does. Her eyes narrow and color hits the upper part of her cheeks. For good measure, she puts her hands on her skinny girl hips and glares at me.

“You’re not the boss of me, Sage Fierro.”

There’s only one way to handle the youngest of our crew without locking her up, and that’s being a bigger diva than she is. I tower over her, she’s all five foot nothing. “You listen to me right now, little girl. If you want us to fall out, then you go to that fucking party.”

I’m a shit because I know she values our close relationship. Angry tears pool her eyes.

“Maverick is bad news.” I won’t tell her details, I haven’t even told my brothers what Maverick has done in the past to me. I’ve never wanted them to think I can’t fight my own battles.

This is between him and me.

“Stay away from him.”

“Why, what’s he done?” She questions.

“Trust me on this. He wasn’t inviting you to be nice, Bunny.”

Nah, he was doing it to wind me up and he’s won.

Look at me now, wanting to drag my darling sister away just because he smiled at her.

I’m pathetic as they come.

If he tries to take his regret about kissing me out on my family, he’s in for a rude awakening.

I won’t let that happen.

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