Damian
A thousand fire ants crawled underneath my skin, or at least that’s what it felt like to stand here as fury pumped through me. My sack of s**t cousin mopped his busted lip up and took another swig of brandy.
“You need this, man,” he said.
I clenched my fist and counted to twenty in my mind to prevent me from further rearranging his face. She needed me, and I had to stay focused. I opened my eyes to study the man I thought I knew. Clearly, Mike’s self-preservation was faulty as he continued to run his mouth.
“Dad always said you had a hot temper, and in the pack battle, you were a beast. But you can’t let that rage stay inside. You’re practically a monk, no p***y, nothing. I thought this would let you blow off some steam.”
Blackout rage.
I blinked down at his startled eyes inc
