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pretty little pieces—some seemed to be unharmed. I‘ll help you straighten things up while everything else gets sorted out.”
Mandy finally managed to calm down enough to give her version of events to the policewoman investigating the fracas. The policewoman confirmed to Mandy that Con wanted to press charges against Mitchell, but that it was highly unlikely the charges would hold up, given recent events. Mandy gave the officer details of the incident at the club, as well as today’s confrontation, and also a brief description of what her life had been like with Con. Mandy couldn’t really answer the policewoman’s question as to why she hadn’t pressed charges over the previous assaults. Mandy had found JT, and had tried to forget about Con and how he had turned her into a victim.
* * * *
JT had been sitting with Brodie—watching Riley winning yet another race and thinking the kid was like a fish, he moved so fast through the water—when Brodie’s cell phone started to ring. The expression on Brodie’s face alone was enough to set warning bells off in JT’s mind. He immediately moved in closer to the phone, and as Brodie switched it to loudspeaker, he heard the familiar sound of Rookie’s voice.
“Yeah… I know, Cap, I’m a mama’s boy, but she loves those markets and it’s a way to pass the time before the game. Anyway, there was a bit of a scuffle at one of the stalls. When I went to take a better look, I recognised that bloke from the other night. You know—the one giving JT’s girl a hard time.”
JT nearly jumped out of his skin. Brodie put his hand on his arm, as if to hold JT down, as he spoke into the phone.
“Okay, Rookie, hold on. JT is listening. Is this going to end up bad? Should he hear the rest?”
JT growled angrily at Brodie, “As if you could stop me!” but was cut off by Rookie’s voice once again coming through the phone’s speaker.
“Hey, JT. It’s all good—well, apart from me getting arrested for decking the scumbag. One punch and he hit the deck like a sack of spuds. Your girl’s with Mum, still back at the markets, packing up. She’s a bit shaken, but I didn’t let him touch her.”
JT had heard enough. Filled with concern for Mandy’s wellbeing, as well as murderous rage towards her ex, he jumped to his feet and started running towards the exit. He wanted—no, needed —to see with his own eyes that Mandy was okay. Until he had her safe and in his arms, he could think of little else.
* * * *
JT made it to the area the markets where being held in record time. When he spotted Mandy standing with Laura Harris, he ignored the ‘No Entry’ signs and drove his car right up beside her. The tyres gave a loud screech as he slammed his foot on the brake and put the car into park, seconds before he threw open the door and jumped out.
JT didn’t give Mandy a chance to say anything—he just wrapped his arms around her and held on to her for dear life. He was fighting a losing battle, trying to conceal from her the overwhelming rage and fear that had consumed him as he’d raced to be by her side. JT’s anger was a living thing still simmering under his skin, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
Laura Harris, after managing to get JT to let go of Mandy for long enough that she could wish the girl good luck, went to find out what was happening with her son. She left the couple as they joined together again in a kiss that left little doubt as to their smouldering attraction.
When JT had pulled her into his arms she’d been able to feel the shaking. It had taken her a while before she’d realised it wasn’t her body trembling anymore—it was JT’s. She’d lifted her tearstained face to look at him. His jaw had been so clenched she’d thought his teeth might break. It had been as if JT was vibrating. His eyes had been glassed over, his nostrils flared. Mandy had felt him breathing in and out at a rapid pace. Her man was angry
Mandy finally managed to calm down enough to give her version of events to the policewoman investigating the fracas. The policewoman confirmed to Mandy that Con wanted to press charges against Mitchell, but that it was highly unlikely the charges would hold up, given recent events. Mandy gave the officer details of the incident at the club, as well as today’s confrontation, and also a brief description of what her life had been like with Con. Mandy couldn’t really answer the policewoman’s question as to why she hadn’t pressed charges over the previous assaults. Mandy had found JT, and had tried to forget about Con and how he had turned her into a victim.
* * * *
JT had been sitting with Brodie—watching Riley winning yet another race and thinking the kid was like a fish, he moved so fast through the water—when Brodie’s cell phone started to ring. The expression on Brodie’s face alone was enough to set warning bells off in JT’s mind. He immediately moved in closer to the phone, and as Brodie switched it to loudspeaker, he heard the familiar sound of Rookie’s voice.
“Yeah… I know, Cap, I’m a mama’s boy, but she loves those markets and it’s a way to pass the time before the game. Anyway, there was a bit of a scuffle at one of the stalls. When I went to take a better look, I recognised that bloke from the other night. You know—the one giving JT’s girl a hard time.”
JT nearly jumped out of his skin. Brodie put his hand on his arm, as if to hold JT down, as he spoke into the phone.
“Okay, Rookie, hold on. JT is listening. Is this going to end up bad? Should he hear the rest?”
JT growled angrily at Brodie, “As if you could stop me!” but was cut off by Rookie’s voice once again coming through the phone’s speaker.
“Hey, JT. It’s all good—well, apart from me getting arrested for decking the scumbag. One punch and he hit the deck like a sack of spuds. Your girl’s with Mum, still back at the markets, packing up. She’s a bit shaken, but I didn’t let him touch her.”
JT had heard enough. Filled with concern for Mandy’s wellbeing, as well as murderous rage towards her ex, he jumped to his feet and started running towards the exit. He wanted—no, needed —to see with his own eyes that Mandy was okay. Until he had her safe and in his arms, he could think of little else.
* * * *
JT made it to the area the markets where being held in record time. When he spotted Mandy standing with Laura Harris, he ignored the ‘No Entry’ signs and drove his car right up beside her. The tyres gave a loud screech as he slammed his foot on the brake and put the car into park, seconds before he threw open the door and jumped out.
JT didn’t give Mandy a chance to say anything—he just wrapped his arms around her and held on to her for dear life. He was fighting a losing battle, trying to conceal from her the overwhelming rage and fear that had consumed him as he’d raced to be by her side. JT’s anger was a living thing still simmering under his skin, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
Laura Harris, after managing to get JT to let go of Mandy for long enough that she could wish the girl good luck, went to find out what was happening with her son. She left the couple as they joined together again in a kiss that left little doubt as to their smouldering attraction.
When JT had pulled her into his arms she’d been able to feel the shaking. It had taken her a while before she’d realised it wasn’t her body trembling anymore—it was JT’s. She’d lifted her tearstained face to look at him. His jaw had been so clenched she’d thought his teeth might break. It had been as if JT was vibrating. His eyes had been glassed over, his nostrils flared. Mandy had felt him breathing in and out at a rapid pace. Her man was angry
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