Yeah, he didn’t care if he punched him. Someone had done his best friend dirty. Graham wasn’t some cheap lay. That needed to be pointed out.
Here.
And.
Now.
“He’s got a freaking fiancé, and he’s in bed with my best friend. Oh, he’s going to fucking break my face, but I have to do what I have to do for this nut,” he said, pointing at Graham. “That’s the rules when you have a best friend. Tell Gabby I love her.”
The Marine stopped him.
While he absolutely understood that code, as he’d do the same thing for Michael, it wasn’t necessary. Finn was missing the other half of this, so Gryphen would save his life.
He owed him one.
“They broke up weeks ago,” Gryphen said. “He betrayed Michael and destroyed the chance to be with him. He’s hiding here because he’s a psycho who is stalking him. Michael isn’t a cheater. He’s loyal, he’s got a high set of moral codes, as most Marines do, and he’d never hurt another person’s heart.”
Oh, well, thank freaking God.
For that, he was damn grateful.
Now, he didn’t have to get his ass beat because there was no way he was kicking the shit out of that man.
He was a freaking wall.
Gryphen was big, but Michael was definitely going to take all he had to just make him feel a hit. Now, he didn’t have to say goodbye to his fiancée and his unborn child.
From where he lay in bed, Graham shrugged, and he was honest.
“I wouldn’t have slept with him if he had a man at home, Finn. I’m not an idiot. I only do things to hurt me—not others.”
Yeah, well, about that.
Someone need a good talking to.
Jesus was in the room, and it was time to come to him.
Apparently.
Since he brought it up…
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Gryphen asked, slapping the man upside the head. “Killing yourself? Are you an idiot?”
“HEY!”he said because Gryphen hadn’t pulled that slap.
Not.
At.
All.
Graham knew what he was thinking.
“You should have called meIMMEDIATELY!” Gryphen said. “You got lucky that Michael and the dead were on your side.”
He was aware.
Graham was honest.
