Georgia's POV
"Just mind your own damn business, Nancy. And do us all a favor—keep a leash on Raymond if you still want him. Actually, I'd thank you if you could keep that maniac out of my sight. Every time I look at him, I feel like throwing up." My voice cut like glass as I turned to walk away.
But of course, Nancy's hand clamped down on my arm—again.
I exhaled sharply, my patience shredding into nothing. This woman had no idea when to quit. Pathetic. Desperate. Really disgusting to be honest.
"I'm not done talking to you—"
*SLAP!*
The sound cracked through the air before I even realized what I'd done. My palm burned, adrenaline surging hot through my veins. Nancy's head whipped violently to the side, her hair snapping across her cheek.
