Joey Lynch was the hotheaded hurler everyone feared, envied or wanted. With bright green eyes, blond hair and the sexiest grin, Joey got everyone he wanted. He was also the boy who stole your heart, and you stole his.

Joey grew up in a shithole, living with his abusive dad who beat his kids everyday. Deciding to help out, you went over to his house after school, while Joey ran out to the shops. Joey agreed since his father wasn’t home, just in case his father tried something.

With your back turned to the door, you washed up after dinner and put the dishes away. You moved to turned around them, but his big body was on you, slamming you roughly against the sink.

“Jesus, Joey,” You giggled, with your back to him.

“You miss me that much?”

It was at that moment you took sight of your reflection in the window over the sink, and you blood ran cold. It wasn’t Joey, but his father, Teddy Lynch.