" There is no f*****g way I am making her my mate ?" I snapped as I threw a kick at the training bag. Me and Devon were working out in the training room at my house. I wasn't in the mood to for people this morning. " So what are you going to do ?" he asks holding the bag. I span and threw another kick, knocking him back. " Find that f*****g evidence and who she has trusted to save it , get it back, destroy it and then banish the b***h. " Devon shook his head. " How are you going to do that though ? Tiffany is obviously a conniving b***h. If she has followed you like she says she has , you never spotted her , I never spotted her. Who is to say she hasn't made more copies".
I imagined her face on the bag and threw a punch at it. "I'm going to have to play along for a bit with her. See who
