“How’s it going?” Sage asked me when we met in a family gathering at Miller’s parents’ house.
I seldom attend these because I don’t like Mom hovering over me, blaming me in front of her siblings.
So I stayed at the dark part of the terrace with a shot of Scotch in my hand.
I looked at my cousin who is holding the same glass as me. He leaned on the railings while looking out the neighborhood.
“I’m in the process of debarring one of the judges,” I told him.
Sage chuckled before taking a sip on his drink. “Good luck with that,” he told. “I heard people in the legal field have this sort of a whole new level kind of loyalty.”
I know that. But do I care? Not in hell. Never in f*****g hell. All I want is to take that f*****g judge off service so I could jail Ares and his minions.
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