“When is Dorian arriving?” Treat asked.
“He should be here in about ten minutes,” Wilson answered.
“Good, I want this piece of s**t out of this house before I bring my family downstairs.”
“We can always put him out in that hot ass shed,” Thatcher said conversationally.
“Shut the f**k up, Thatch, we don’t have time for your cruelty.”
The other man smirked before heading towards the kitchen.
“He’s one sick f**k,” Treat said.
“How do you figure?” Riley asked.
“Dude, that’s Ryland Thatcher, everyone knows about him.”
“Everyone thinks they know him. They don’t know s**t. He’s had it rough, man.”
“I can hear you, you sorry f***s. Keep my name out of your mouths.”
Ryland Thatcher was the adoptive brother of the Gaineses. Catch’s father had found him surviving on food out of garbage bin
