Avi was an asshole. A total pain in the ass, who ran his fashion label like a military operation. Felix didn’t strike Atticus as the type to take orders. He wasn’t sure who he felt more sorry for. Actually, no. It was definitely Avi. Felix was going to blow through his brother’s life like a pint-size wrecking ball, and Atticus couldn’t help but smile. The clash of egos would be legendary. They’d either kill each other or take over the world. Either way, it was bound to be entertaining.
