“He needs to pay.” “Yeah, with a grenade,” Gabe grunts. Cas shrugs. “Not the worst idea you’ve had, cugino.” “Rafe? What do you think?” Feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on my skin, I turn to meet Angelo’s gaze. I spin the poker chip in the air and catch it, before slipping it back in my pocket. “I think it’s boring.” Gabe snorts. “You think a grenade is boring?” My gaze shifts lazily to him. “Only kids are entertained by things that go bang, brother.” Angelo huffs out a sardonic laugh.
why am i giggling at this?
