At nine o’clock, Silver dragged himself into The Garage. He was feeling rough as hell, even after four coffees, and resolved to stop drinking goddamn whiskey at 3 a.m. pretty much every night. He’d made that resolution before, of course, so he knew that he wasn’t going to f*****g follow through, and that made him even angrier.
He nodded curtly at the guys, in zero mood to exchange pleasantries. He’d never been particularly affable or warm, but he knew that lately he’d been coming off as a prize dickhead to his brothers. Jinx had tentatively asked him the day before if he was OK, and Silver had been as cold and distant as possible, shutting the other man down completely. Silver hated himself when he was like this, but at this exact moment, he didn’t have a clue how else to be.
He strode
