A Perfect Distraction
He said calmly.
“Are you no longer frustrated?” I inquired, still perplexed.
“Yes, I was. But I took it out on that dick,” he said as he gave the guy the death stare. If appearances could kill, the guy would be buried six feet underground.
“Well, good punch,” I smirked, and Patrick snorted. “I wanted to do more than a punch that f**ker, but she looks like she's going to pass out any second,” he said, looking Scarlet in the eyes with warm eyes.
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