The girl jumped up and stared at me, red lipstick and surprise smeared across her pale face.
“Leave.” My tone came out calm and quiet. Like poison.
“Amy, is that you? What the fuck!” Jeff jumped and yanked up his jeans.
The girl straightened her black skirt and stepped into my face, her features twisted into an ugly sneer. “Fuck off.”
My years as the new foster kid in schools had taught me one thing. There was only one way to deal with bullies: end it before it got started. Eyes, throat, or nose made the best targets. I flattened my palm and smacked her on the nose; the sound of bone breaking filled the room.
The girl shrieked and clutched her hand over the blood pouring from her broken nose. “You bitch, you bitch!” She staggered sideways. Blood sprayed the room as she cried, “You broke my nose. You broke my nose!”
“Leave.”
Jeff’s eyes flew from the blonde to me.
“I’m going to sue you for this,” she screeched, still clutching her face. She gave me such a wide berth, her shoulder hit the door as she stumbled out.
Jeff looked at the door like he was about to flee. I rotated my hand, and the door snapped shut. It was only a little bit of magic. After all, it could be explained by the wind.
He blinked, staring at the door, then back to me. “Just get out, Amy, it’s nothing to do with you.” He went to move past me.
I stepped in front of him, tilting my head up to his six-foot-six frame. “She’s my friend, it has everything to do with me.”
“Get out of my way.”
I smirked. “Or you will what, shove me into the doorframe like you did to Georgie?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to ask you again.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
He didn’t get to take another step before my knee drove into his groin. He cried out, dropping as though someone had chopped his legs off at the knees.
Jeff was too busy holding his balls to react. I grabbed a handful of his brown hair and lifted my knee again as I slammed his head down. He grunted as he rolled to his side, eyes glassy with tears, hands clutched to his squashed manhood, blood gushing from his nose.
I leaned over his pitiful, whining frame. “Georgie is one the nicest girls you could ever meet, you will ever meet. She loved you, and she was loyal and kind, and she waited for you while you tried to build your career, and that’s the way you repay her? I hope every girl you meet screws you over and you die a lonely, sad old man.”
“You’re a fucking psychotic bitch,” Jeff grunted.
“I know,” I said coldly as I turned and almost smacked into Karson’s chest.
He looked from me to Jeff and smirked. “I’d consider going to the doctor if I were you, Jeff, to heal that dislocated nose and the rather infectious case of chlamydia the blonde just gave you.” He held his arm out for me to take. “My love.”
I peered up at him as we headed back to the car. “I had that covered. You didn’t need to rush in to save me.”
“I know.” He shifted his arm across my shoulders. “But I just wanted to see a few of your moves before we begin training.”
Chapter 35
Home Is Where The Heart Is
My phone buzzed not five minutes after I crawled into bed and dragged me from asleep. Exhausted, I groaned and forced my body to roll over, snagging my phone from the bedside table.
The text from Ethan read:
Divinely.
Two days ago, the message was,Ethan is.
