“Don’t get all bent out of shape. I helped raise you; I can’t just turn that s**t off. I was the one who had to keep you from being expelled when your little fight club was discovered at school. I talked to the cops when you went joyriding in old man Carlson’s Buick and kept him from pressing charges.” “Well, I’m grown now, so try. I haven’t needed your help in a long-ass time.” I sounded like a f*****g crybaby, but I couldn’t seem to help it. He might have seen the reminder as a small thing, but all the small things added up to him not seeing me as a responsible adult. If I didn’t point them out, he’d never change the way he perceived me. He stared at me across the heavy silence in the room. “Fair enough. I also wanted to update you on the cartel situation. Our guys were able to track dow
