“Hey!” Bolting toward them, I fisted the back of Danny’s jersey and dragged him away from Liz. “Back the fuck off!” “She kicked my ball into the fucking river,” Danny argued, trying and failing to step around me in his bid to get to Liz. “She’s getting my goddamn ball back, Hughie!” “Fuck your ball,” I roared, slapping down the fist he had reared back that I knew was intended for Liz. “And fuck you for even thinking about it.”
