ROMAN'S POV
We sat across the table from a dude with a permanent scowl stretched over his face and a scar lined his left brows. Since Chris had a hint of what occured in school, he'd swung into action and tried to salvage things.
Twenty minutes ago, my phone pinged with a weird ass text from him. One quick glance at the content, I scrambled right into the car and hit the road. I'd followed the direction keenly and almost thought I'd read wrong when the high end GPS brought me to a lonely bar downtown.
This was my battle, but somehow getting support from my brothers eased my tensed muscles. My head was a mess, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wrap my head around the incident.
More than it was a ruckus, it was a filthy insult. Indulging in a faceoff when we were out and about was
