Ezra
“You son of a b***h,” I yell as I slam my fist into Albert Chudwell’s ugly face.
His head snaps violently to the right, and he drops his drink all over his expensive suit. Blood leaks from his nose, “What the hell, Ezra?” He cries as security runs up to me.
“Mr. Keaton,” the eldest member, Florian Denworth, barks. “What is the meaning of this?”
I glare at Albert, “You know why,” I yell at him.
“I have no idea why, Ezra,” Albert says as a woman comes over with handkerchiefs and towels. He brushes his jacket, “This is a five thousand dollar suit.”
“Who the f**k care?!” I scream.
“Ezra!” My father barks, and I turn to see him with Albert’s father, Rupert and Hugh Carrington. “What is the meaning of this?” He gestures to Albert.
“That son of a b***h tried to take Fischer Meats f
