Chapter 22
Rob answered the door, barefoot and shirtless, and Eli shoved his way into the flat without a word.
“The f**k, Eli?”
Eli stormed into Rob’s room, throwing his bag onto the side table and unzipping it. Rob slammed the front door with an exasperated huff and followed.
“I told you I need f*****g space.”
“You’ve had a week and I’m f*****g sick of it,” Eli retorted. “We’re sorting this out now. Strip.”
Rob sneered. “Oh right, what you gonna do? Give me a belting for getting sick of your old man? You’d have to beat half of f*****g Yorkshire first.”
“I don’t care anymore if you argue with Dad,” Eli said. “You’ve f****d me off with your f*****g behaviour, freezing me out like that, and we’re going to f*****g sort it out. Now!”
“And if I f*****g say no?”
“Well, it’ll have to be
