"AM I IN THE WRONG for not saying something? The last time I checked, no one ever visited me while I was with Byron." Oscar furiously threw the question back to Arvin. He hated that topic and he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
"I didn't mean it that way. Let me take care of him. He has to know that we Grande boys should never be messed with." Arvin ran and called the men who were carrying Byron.
Oscar was about to stop him, but failed. He was too tired and his legs were too wobbly. He watched as Arvin took Byron in one hand, and hurled him over his shoulder like his ex-husband was a sack of wheat. Byron’s head was hanging low.
"Well, I wasn’t expecting this. He doesn’t weigh that much. "I guess it's about time we taught this man a lesson as well!"Arvin shouted at him.
"I agree with you.
