“You know what, we’re dealing with this right fucking now.” He takes a menacing step forward. “’Scuse us, Mike.” “Naw, man, this was just getting good!” I hold up my hands in a defensive pose as Fitz edges toward me. “Don’t you dare,” I caution. “Don’t you fucking—” I’m being flung over his shoulder before I can finish that sentence. Un-frigging-believable! “How is this happening again?” I shriek. My protests fall on deaf ears, because Fitz is already carting me up the stairs.
