Chapter Seventeen
Kiera
Mama Bishop picks me up from the B&B, and I’m so f*****g mad I can’t speak. My eye has already swollen shut, and the way I feel inside doesn’t compare to the pain of being punched in the face by my fiancé.
“What happened, child?” Mama Bishop looks over at me and searches my face once she parks the car.
My lip quivers. “Trent punched me,” I tell her, cringing at how it sounds aloud. Her brows shoot up, looking ready to drive back there to give him another piece of her mind. “On accident,” I add quickly. “He drove up and saw Jackson and me, then lost control. I tried to break it up but happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and got hit in the crossfire.”
She places her hand on my shoulder, her eyes softening. “So he attacked Jackson first?” she asks,
