“We’ve got some people who will be joining us.” I turn on the stereo, needing a distraction from not knocking him the fuck out. “Collide” by Justine Skye and Tyga starts playing. “Do I even ask?” I drop the car into third with a tap of my finger. “Nope, you don’t need to. They won’t come in. They’ll be outside. I know this is technically Kiznitch drama, but my boys won’t back down until they know Patience has no ties to someone we despise in our world who has caused a lot of fucking pain and death.
