"Dude, we just replaced that drywall from the last time you punched it!" Chaos shouted at him. A dark look from Venom got him to shut up.
"F**king Gina!" Blaze shouted, grabbing a glass whiskey bottle and tossing it to the ground.
"That's a $500 bottle of Macallan!" Chaos wailed. Conflicting emotions settled over me as I watched Blaze lose control. It reminded me of my father, whose violent outbursts had always terrified me. But Blaze didn't scare me; he fascinated me.
Someone had tried to hurt me. If this wild, protective fury was his reaction while I was safe, what would he be capable of if someone actually caused me harm?
I looked around the room, wondering what it would take to calm Blaze down. Chaos's attempts at making the mood lighter were just pissing him off. Venom looked co
