Chapter Twenty-Eight
NicoFour pairs of hands descend on me and haul me into the kitchen. Jason is the first to get in my face. “You want to tell me what in f**k’s sake that s**t was out there?”
“Don’t start with me, asshole,” I snap, the old anger quickly surfacing.
“You might be almost as tall as I am, but I can still kick your a*s,” he returns.
“I swear, I don’t care what the f**k her name is, if you’ve cost me my winemaker, I’m ripping your balls off,” Declan piles on.
“I told you to keep your pants zipped around her, assfuck,” Danny adds.
Behind me, Austin laughs. I turn to glare, and he’s bent over, clutching his side. “You f****d up big-time, dude. Tantrums like that are for pussies.”
“f**k you.” My outburst just makes Austin laugh harder.
“Do you remember her? Katie?”
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