Book #1 in Reckless Hearts series
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Madelyn Levine has been haunted by the nightmares of a lost childhood no one knows about. Or at least that's what she...
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Madelyn
"What. Is. He. Doing. Here?" I gritted out, my gaze pinning a certain brown haired guy.
Jade was too busy fighting with a guy over a stupid poll challenge on Instagram, Stella had an alerted look on her face while Kiara's eyes kept darting between me and Adam.
"What do you mean? That's Adam- oh." When it kicked in, I heard an audible gasp from Jade.
She caught on it late while Stella on the other side knew what was happening the moment I gazed at him more than necessarily.
He hadn't noticed me yet.
Good because when he does, I'll make sure the first thing he's seeing is my fist.
His smile dropped on seeing my face. At least he has an idea of what's coming his way.
"Don't." Stella whispered holding my arm when I stood up.
"Madelyn, she's right. Don't. It's your first day. He's not worth it." Kiara agreed.
No. You know nothing.
My anger is burning me.
I don't care if it's my first fucking day. I don't care if punching this jerk will cause me trouble, I don't care if I'll even get expelled for this.
I don't care.
No one knows what I tolerated for this asshole so they might as well see what I won't tolerate.
I brushed Stella's hand away from my arm and in two steps I was standing in front of him.
The whole cafeteria is looking at us but I couldn't care less this was my moment.
I punched him. So fast and hard my hand feels numb and my brain is trying to process.
The sound of broken bones was too satisfying.
He grunted holding his bleeding nose. A smug smirk showing on his face.
"Missed you too, babe." He took a step closer attempting to wrap an arm around my waist.
"Fuck no." I kicked him in the shaft.
I made sure to reduce a GOOD amount of his chances of being a dad.
I saved those kids.
He lets out a low curse, waving a hand at a teacher signaling at her that it's fine when she tries to interfere.
"God you're still as violent as I left you."
"Wrong. Even more violent." I kicked him again.
If I could I would kick him again and again and again till my leg goes numb.
