[Sixteen months ago…]
“I’ll be there on time,” Vincent groaned over the phone while the music in the nightclub boomed in the background. “God, why are you so fanatic? It’s just a goddamn meeting, isn’t it? No need to lose your s**t over it. Honestly, just grab a whiskey and chill, for f**k’s sake!”
“I want you here in an hour, Vince. Or you’re going home tomorrow.”
“Are you serio—?” Before the younger brother could complete the sentence, Ajax disconnected the phone.
Vincent scowled at the screen before slipping it back into his pocket and drowning the remaining contents of his shot.
“s**t!” The alcohol scorched his throat. In a good way. After the entire day of nodding and working his ass off while assisting his brother, he deserved a few hours of time off. None could argue with that.
