Smith POV

Willison could have ducked to miss the fist Smith threw at him, but Mia was still standing behind him and he knew she would get caught in the crossfire so he stood there, braced his feet, and took the hit. It hurt like a bitch, but in a twisted way, Willison felt he deserved it.

“Alright, break it up,” Frank, the owner of the pub, said, pushing through the crowd.

Willison didn’t let his eyes move away from Smith, who was still glaring daggers at him.

“How long has this been going on?” Smith asked, also ignoring Frank. “How long have you been fucking my sister?”

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