Page 142 of Exes and Oh Hell No

He’ll never fucking look at her again.

“Mine!”I roar, my fist colliding with his face.

His nose shatters.

Blood spurts, coating my skin.

I don’t stop.

“Harper is mine! She’s always been mine! Never yours.” Spittle flies from my lips as I bare my teeth, a feral, unhinged beast.

Jeffrey whimpers, then howls as I spin and kick him straight into a tree.

“Jesus Christ, Ford.” Connor’s voice is breathless behind me.

“Fucking impressive as fuck.”

I glance at him over my shoulder, ferocity dripping from my gaze. “I’m. Not. Done. Yet.”

He folds his arms, leaning against a tree. “I can see that.” He waves a lazy hand. “Carry on.”

I stomp toward Jeffrey, fisting his hair and yanking his head back. “What the fuck are you doing here, Connor?”

My fist slams into Jeffrey’s stomach.

He howls, gasping.“P-Please?—”

“Allie wanted to see Harper.” Connor’s tone is matter-of-fact.

I spit on Jeffrey as he crumples to the ground.

“Good thing,” Connor mutters. “Your woman was having a panic attack.”

I freeze.

My pulse stops.

My rage rips open, swallowed whole by something darker. “Is she okay?”

Connor nods. “Allie’s with her. But she was freaking out over you.”

Despite the storm raging inside my chest, a slow smile curls my lips.

Worried about me, huh?

“She’s afraid you’ll kill him and go to jail.”

Jeffrey lunges forward.

I easily step aside.

My knee slams into his chin, snapping his head back, blood spraying in the air.

“Pfff. I’m gonna kill this bastard.” I grind my boot into his hand, twisting like I’m putting out a cigarette. “But I’mnotgoing to jail.”

Connor smirks. “Of course not. We’ll make sure of it.” He holds up his phone. “Zayne and Jaxson are handling it. Keep the rest of the team out of it.”

I nod. “Smart.”

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