JADEN.
"Derek. We all need to calm down. I'll explain when..." I was about to speak, but he cut me off again.
"Explain to me in person, you son of a b***h!"
That was the last thing I heard before something slammed—hard—against the side door of my car.
A violent, bone-rattling BANG.
My driver, who had already turned on the ignition and was ready to move, jerked the wheel, instinctively braking. Reporters behind us yelped and scattered.
I didn’t even need to look.
Only one man in this world hit a car like that.
Derek Peterson.
My best friend.
My brother in every way except blood.
And the only man on earth reckless enough to charge toward me in the middle of a scandal.
“Come out, asshole!” Derek roared from outside, veins throbbing at the side of his neck.
This was one thing
