“It suits you perfectly.” Grayson rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders with a snort.
“That’s not the point.” He countered. “I don’t have an issue helping Braila. But —”
“If you don’t have an issue,” Gifford cut in. “Then, don’t f*****g complain.”
“As if you are one to talk.” His brows furrowed. “You keep pushing most of the work to me, instead of doing it, makes me mad. I don’t care if you are my older brother, but do what you are told to do.”
“You are f*****g perfect for the job, Bane. Unlike you, I also work my part at the company with Slade and Ren. I don’t sit my ass around at home.”
“So because I’m at home, you think I am jobless and I don’t have my life to live? I don't do anything? What about Grayson? Doesn’t he sit at home?”
“I’m a Beta.” Grayson drew his words. “Betas
