Chapter 9
Two days later, Kieran stood in the living room of his apartment, determined to get his things and leave Trent for good.
Trent shook his head at Kieran, his face reddening with anger. “Only an ignoramus numskull would encourage such a situation of emotional and financial dependency that you seem to be developing with this hardhat.”
“You sound like a thesaurus!” Kieran shouted, picking up the last, but not the least of his possessions. He was leaving Trent. Leaving this dump of an apartment, too.
Good riddance.
But Trent lunged for him and grabbed his arm. “No, you’re not taking the amp! “
“I bought this amp!”
“Miller, you self-serving bastard, you don’t even own a guitar. You’re not taking the amp.” Trent jerked Kieran’s hand off the Marshall amplifier, his nails tearing a
