“Yeah to some lame that cheated on her right before their wedding.” Keegan took another two steps toward Marcel. “I’m not here to have a pissing contest with you. I’m not here to go back and forth with you. I’m not going to try to get under your skin. I’m not going to raise my voice. I am going to tell you how this is going to go, though. You’re going to pick up your ring.” Keegan nudged his head toward where it was on the counter. “And you’re going to walk out of Nour’s house and not come back unless explicitly invited.”
