“But beautiful, yes? I’ve only seen her from afar, but”—he whistles—“she’s a babe. I wouldn’t mind doing her if you two don’t end—” My fist flies as if of its own accord, slamming right into Nino’s face. “What the fuck, man?” he groans, pressing his hand over his busted lip. “Watch your damn mouth,” I growl, then take off at a clipped pace toward my car. Yeah… What the fuck was that?
