Golden Cage Mommy Mutiny (Elyse) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 4

The blow landed hard–Tessa had swung with everything she had. The man’s mask and sunglasses flew off, and for a stunned second everyone just stared.

He was young–barely twenty, maybe–but too strikingly handsome to mistake for

ordinary.

He froze, clearly not expecting that anyone would actually dare to hit him.

anyone

Covering his cheek, his eyes flared. “You hit me?” he said, his voice sharp. “My dad is Vincent Crowe. If he finds out you touched me, he’ll have your hands fed to his dogs.”

Seeing his face, their fury twisted into something nastier–mocking smiles, predatory glints.

Tessa licked her lips, eyes crawling over him. “Vincent Crowe? Never heard of him,” she sneered. “He’s nothing to me. But you, pretty boy–you’re something else.”

“Spend three days with me and we’ll call it even. How’s that for a deal?”

Her friends burst out laughing. “Make it three days with all of us, and we’ll forget the whole thing!”

They swayed closer, a drunken, reckless pack.

The young man backed away, voice rising. “What the hell is wrong with you people? Get away from

me.”

Derek’s face twisted when he saw Tessa ogling the guy; jealousy burned hot in his eyes.

That was my opening—I shoved Tessa aside and pulled the boy behind me.

I stood between them, cold and steady. “Do you have no shame?” I snapped. “He’s barely nineteen, and you’re circling him like vultures. Look at yourselves.”

Tessa pointed at me, seething. “Get out of my way, Mira, or I’ll hit you too.”

I raised my voice so everyone could hear. “Three grown women harassing a kid–don’t you feel disgusting?”

“Even if you beat me to death, I’m not moving.”

The boy’s breath brushed my ear as he whispered, “Thanks… ma’am,” his voice quiet but earnest.

Before I could reply, Tessa lunged again, dragging her friends with her.

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Chapter 4

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While I was grappling with Tessa and her two friends, Derek suddenly lunged forward and slapped the young man across the face. “You crash my car and now you’re trying to steal my girl? I’ll kill you, you little bastard!”

Everything erupted at once–shouting, shoving, chaos–until a convoy screeched to a stop along

the shoulder.

Doors flew open and men in black suits poured out, kicking Derek aside and pulling the boy to

safety.

In seconds, we were all surrounded. The men bowed in unison. “Mr. Crowe.”

Then a man in a long fur coat stepped forward, his voice smooth and cold. “Seal off the road,” he ordered. “I’m breaking my vow tonight.”

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