Chapter Seventeen
TRIGGER
I was in an unusually shitty mood by midnight. Most of the men scattered whenever I walked into a room, and Rail seemed uneasy about something. I knew he had tried a few times to bring it up to me.
“f*****g spit it out or leave,” I grunted when Rail buzzed by my door again.
“Just wanted to ask if you didn’t find it odd that your father went so quiet after we took out all those men. I wanted your thoughts on what you think he might be up to.”
I rubbed my head and tried to push the freshly stirred rage out of the way. “If I knew the answer to that, wouldn’t I have brought it to your attention by now?”
“I don’t know, would you?”
I snapped my head up and glared. “What did you say?”
He raised his hands in apology. “You’re not yourself right now, Trig. I wasn’t
