“Did you order the f*****g hit-and-run? Did you order them to kill Wyatt?”
Andrew rolled his eyes, exhaling. “You're starting to be a pain in the arse. What happened to my Hell baby? My vengeful, little spitfire? Now you're this goody-two-shoes b***h, and it's grating on my nerves.”
“Shut up, Andrew.”
“No, you shut up.” He took her glass and finished it before slamming it down on the coffee table. “You may be over everything, and forgiven everyone, but I'm not. There's absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to let my father hand everything to my dumb excuse of a brother. No. f*****g. Way. And you two ladies better stay out of my way.”
The door flew open then, and Abel came charging in like a storm, his face a mask of fury as he grabbed Andrew and slammed him against the closest wall,
