Dinner was as to be expected, noisy and messy. I had the whole family at my table and I knew from the way the women were situated that some s**t was going on.
When my niece kept going on and on about driving lessons while my sisters, mother and wife kept staring at me, I got the drift.
I gritted my teeth, clenched my fork and kept my head down. No, just f**k no. I cut into my steak like it was on the operating table and took ten minutes to chew. I'm concentrating on my food, don't say s**t to me.
I wonder who taught these women that the dinner table was the best place for an ambush? "So Colton what do you think?"
"What do I think about what Elena?" That piece of meat was almost as pureed in my mouth as Cody's nasty ass baby food. I got a pain in my gut but refused to rub it.
These f**
