CHAPTER SEVEN
After Bri disappeared through the staff door with Crystal, Blaser propped his hands on the bar to support his weight.
“What the f**k is your problem?” he asked Colt. “She’s been through enough, leave her the f**k alone.”
“We’ve had this conversation before,” Colt said with sarcasm he didn’t understand or appreciate. “A couple of thousand times. She’s bad news Blase, do you want me to remind you of all the crap you went through for her?”
“I didn’t go through any crap for her. I make my own decisions, then and now. She didn’t force me into doing the things I did.”
“Bravo,” Lyssa said, looping an arm through Colt’s. “Blaser is taking responsibility for his own actions. That’s what a person has to do in order to move on. He’s taking responsibility and look how far he has com
