CHAPTER TWENTY
RHETT’S POV
First, Freya and I sat through thirty minutes of a light dinner filled with an awkward silence then headed to the Crow, arriving twenty minutes after John did. He had a woman with him in a VIP private room, her lips on his, while his hands grabbed her ass cheeks.
“Yeah, I’m going to need a lot of drinks tonight,” Freya said, her voice floating above the low hip-hop music filling the room.
“Hello there, kiddo,” John smirked at his sister, his gaze floating over to meet mine, “And Rhett Saint,”
“Call me kiddo again and you’ll know how the butt of my gun feels against your head,” Freya threatened, sitting down and quickly reached for an empty glass along with the bottle of whisky. John didn’t seem to mind the curtness or rudeness in Freya’s voice. Maybe he wa
