SAINT.
I got home earlier than usual. Way earlier. Clock hadn't even hit six yet.
Don't ask me why. I couldn't f*****g tell you. I just… couldn't breathe at the office. My concentration was shot to hell. Couldn't finish a report. Couldn't stand anyone breathing too loud. Couldn't stop thinking…
Kyrie didn't show up either. Not that I didn't expect it. He was pissed. I knew that.
But not as pissed as I was. Not even close.
He was dancing on the edge of a line he shouldn't even be f*****g near, and he knew it. A line that separated brotherhood from betrayal.
He was tugging really hard at the line of our friendship, and I wasn't sure what would piss me off more – if he jumped, or if I had to push him myself.
Kyrie and I… we go way back. Since diapers. That kind of bond doesn't break e
