Mia launched into a string of French cursing, and it got under my skin more than any rinsing she could give me in English. Each word left a wound, and my slow-burn temper rumbled to life.
“Listen, I don’t know what Billy said to you, but if he’s serious about leaving town, there’s far more bothering him than whatever I’ve screwed up, okay? Have you even asked Luke about it, or did you have me on speed dial for this rubbish?”
“Of course I asked Luke, but he walked out without talking to me.”
“To follow Billy?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t fucking say. All I know is he can’t lose Billy again. Don’t you understand that? He’s lost enough. Dammit, Gus. Why couldn’t you keep your dick in your pants, just for once?”
Mia had the kind of temper that burned bright and hot. She said anything and everything that crossed her mind, without thought for if it was fair. I had a thick skin, and her imminent apologies were usually enough for her jagged words to wash over me, but not today.
Today everything hurt, and I was done being shouted at and not heard.
I ended the call and tossed my phone on the floor, half expecting Mia to call straight back and pick up where she’d left off, but my phone stayed silent. Apparently it wasn’t just Billy who thought I was a heartless fuckboy.
It was everyone.
