“I’d rather chew glass than be friends with you. I’ll be damned before I let a Reeves tear apart my family again.” He lets me go, and this time, I grab him, shoving him against the exterior brick of the house. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Elliot chuckles. “It means the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and you remind me so much of Thomas. I wonder if you’ll end up with a bullet in the chest, too.” My brain short circuits, and now I’m the one breathing fire. “Keep my father’s name out of your mouth and get the fuck out of my house.”
