A scream, along with the loud smash of porcelain, has both Jimmie and me racing downstairs. All five guys are standing in the foyer, Laughn swinging a baseball bat in the air like a deranged psychopath. I stop at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over my chest, narrowing my eyes and staring them down. “What the fuck are you doing?” I snap. “Oh, hey baby. That was an accident,” Laughn says, delight lacing his tone as he uses the bat to point at the broken vase. Jimmie and his mum are standing off to the side, Vicky shaking and in tears. I march up to Laughn, ignoring the others. My neck
...more
