“That Talia is marrying that meathead?” Damien’s shoulders shake with laughter.
What the fuck?
Kyle chuckles, and the nasal sound is nails on a chalkboard. “Exactly. I took her on all those expensive dates, but she spread her legs for that guy. Figures she’s a fucking cleat chaser.”
“She’s a stick-up-her-ass goody-two-shoes,” Damien retorts as he sips his drink.
Curious to hear what else they have to say about my sister, I clench my fists at my side and stay back.
“She’s a cock-tease, is what she is.”
Red-hot rage tints my vision at Kyle’s remark.
I step in and shove Kyle, spilling his drink. “What the fuck did you just say?”
The skinny douche turns around with a smug smile, and I want to rip the prick’s head off his shoulders. How dare he talk about my sister that way? She’s a goddamn angel. To think I encouraged her to go on those dates with this fuckhead. I should have known better.
Kyle’s a fucking snake.
“I said your sister is a cock-tease. Got a problem?”
I look at my friend, who does nothing but lean back against the bar and smirk.
Is Damien for real right now?
I’ve had this fucker’s back since day one. Who do you think invested in his piece-of-shit company? Me.
He’d be nothing without me, and that’s not being cocky. We’ve been inseparable since Little League. I thought he had my back.
But now I finally see it. See him. The only back Damien has is his own.
I lean forward, fists clenched, as a hand grips my shoulder. “Don’t.”
I glance over to find Lance pulling me back.
Cam’s voice cuts through the fog. “If anyone is punching that dick-waffle, it’s going to be me.” He stands to his full height, cracks his knuckles, and with a menacing tone says, “Care to repeat that,Kyle?”
“You heard me.” Kyle has a fucking death wish.
With one hand, Cam grabs him by the collar, lifting him onto his toes. Cam raises his fist into the air, ready to throw down.
Reed catches the crook of his elbow. “Don’t you fucking dare. We need that hand, Miller.”
“Nico, call off your dogs. We were just joking around,” Damien says coolly.
Joking around? The guy I trusted for years, a man I once called my best friend, whom I let around my family, just called my sister a cock-tease.
“That’s not a fucking joke, D. I treated you like family, and this is how you repay me?”
“I don’t owe you anything. Now back off.” Damien lays a hand on Cam and tries to push him back.
Rage fills me, and like a feral fucking animal, I growl, “Fuck no.”
My fist flies out in a flash, colliding with Damien’s face. His head whips back from the blow, and blood spurts from his nose.
Kyle tries to throw a punch at Cam, but he’s too slow and pathetic. Cam easily lays his ass out with a fist to the stomach.
“It’s time for you to go.” Heath, who is the tallest of us all, looms over our unwelcome guests. The rest of our teammates stand at our backs.
