“You fucked up, man. Hitting him like that.”
“Fuck you,” I growl. “He fucked up by talking to my girl like that.”
“Well was he wrong?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes and step up to him so we’re chest to chest. “You wanna call me a liar too?”
“You are a fucking liar, and you know it,” he says firmly.
I clench my fist, ready to throw another punch and fuck him up the way I fucked up Rhino. But maybe because it’s him, or maybe because I’m already hurting, but I don’t. I shake my head and step back.
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it would come back to bite you in the ass. This is exactly why I said I didn’t want to know shit about it.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter again, because apparently that’s all I can say.
“Should he have outed you? Fuck no. But you’re not mad about him calling you a liar, you’re mad about Anastacia finding out about it.”
I pick up one of the chairs, right it, then sit down and just breathe.
He’s not wrong, and I know that, but I stand by what I did. Rhino deserved it. He should have shut his fucking mouth.
“Where is she?” I ask.
Silence.
I open my eyes, feeling one getting swollen. I can’t open it all the way.
“Where the fuck is she?” I ask again.
“She’s safe. That’s all that matters.”
“Snapper then.”
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
“I want to hear that from her.”
“Seriously, man? She fucking left!” He gestures to the door. “She asked Kolton to take her out of here and told him not to tell you where she was.”
“Because she thinks I cheated.”
“What?” he barks. “Fuck’s sake, Grizz.”
“She asked me about it a couple weeks ago. I told her it was club shit. Rhino made sure she knew there hasn’t been any club shit and I’m lying, so…”
“So she thinks you’re cheating. Fuck.”
He comes to stand in front of me, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Still your fault.”
“No shit!”
“Well, you know how to fix this.” He looks around the room. “I mean, she’s probably going to be mad about this whole scene that was made, especially on Christmas and in front of everyone, but you didn’t cheat on her.”
“I would never.”
“Then you need to tell her what you were actually up to.”
