CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Evvie’s POV:

FIVE YEARS LATER

“Move, dickhead!” I spat at the guy who won’t get out of my sight. I was headed to the bar when he and his goons shoved me towards the back.

It’s dark. This guy had cornered me so I was pushed against the wall. There were others with him, too. They think I couldn’t see them. But I was bidding my time.

The man towered over me. He’s about 6’7 with a face tattoo and golden chains around his neck. He was also, a human. All of them were.

“Ohh, she’s feisty.” He chuckled into my neck.

I crossed my arms against my bulging breasts, rolling my eyes when his gaze fell to look at them.

I wore a cropped leather jacket and a white square tank top underneath. Nothing sort of revealing.

I guessed the problem was my breasts. Then again it always have been.

“Hey.” I clicked my tongue. “Eyes up here, moron.”

He snapped his head back up and glared at me.

“Keep calling me names and you’ll be sorry, feisty girl.” And then a grin spread on his face. “I’ll make sure of it when