Fang
“Ok, let me get this straight?” Hansel leaned back in his chair, rocking it backwards on two legs as he surveyed me. “You f****d Gypsy?”
The room was suddenly quiet, more than one head swivelled in our direction. I flashed my eyes at him. Why did he have to say it so loud? Not that I was embarrassed about what had happened between us. God knows it had been a long time coming. I just int particularly like the whole club knowing my business.
I wanted to shush him, to tell him to keep his f*****g voice down, but instead I nodded mutely.
“What the hell were you thinking, Fang?” Hansel’s anger took me by surprise. My head snapped upwards to glare at him.
Hansel carried on regardless. My temper had never put Hansel off from telling me how things were. Not even my role as his preside
