"Brett, you have got to calm the f**k down. You can't fight with him at work. You're going to get your ass fired." Dan had me backed up against the cement wall in the back of the DC. His forearm pressed into my chest painfully as my lungs struggled to fill with air fast enough.
I glared at the smug bastard walking away with his buddies. "So, I'm just supposed to let him keep f*****g with Annie?"
"No, you're supposed to deal with it off the clock. What the f**k is going on? And why haven't you told me about it?"
Gray had been diligent in his pursuit of my wife. And he wasn't trying to be discreet anymore either. Her phone went off at all hours of the day and night, text messages, phone calls, drunk voicemails. Graphic drunk messages about what he wanted to do to her sexually. It made me
