“Stop, Beau. Not like this. He’s not the one you’re mad at.” “The hell I’m not. This isn’t right.” Beau looks over Dom’s shoulder, his gaze all hot, sulfuric anger. “You think we’re going to follow you anywhere? You can’t just take everything, you bastard. You don’t fucking deserve any of it, and you’re hurting people. You don’t deserve my room. You don’t deserve to replace Dom, who has never been anything but a fucking great captain to you. You sure as fuck don’t deserve Eden. You ruin everything. We were all having a good time until you showed up.”
