THIRTY-THREE
Brady
David
You thought Diesel would stop me, you stupid motherfucker. Do I need to remind you to do better? Feels like I do.
Me
You’re fucking dead. Wait until I get my hands on you.
David
Diesel has about 100 pounds on you. What, are you going to kick my ass? Spank me? First, you’ll have to find me. I know you’ve been looking. Haven’t you? You’re just not good enough.
David
It’s really fucking sad that Lily chose to be with a moron like you.
Me
Fuck you.
David
Fuck me? You’re getting funnier by the day.
Me
I’m going to fucking kill you.
David
I think we know it’s the exact opposite. I’m going to kill you.
David
You have two choices: stay with her, which won’t end pretty, I promise, or give her back to me and all of this will stop.
Me
It’s not a choice.
David
Then, watch your back, Brady. I’m feeling … revengeful.
“Welcome home,” Dominick said as I stomped into his office, shut the door behind me, and collapsed in the chair across from his desk.
I’d been back in LA for less than three hours, and after dropping my shit off at home, this was the first place I came.
I didn’t know where else to go or who else to turn to.
My brothers couldn’t help with this situation.
Dom was my only shot.
David