Instead, he punches me straight in the mouth, causing me to stagger back a step. “Dante!” Joey shrieks. “You piece of fucking shit. She’s my little sister,” he roars, raising his fist to come at me again, but this time I duck and sucker punch him in the stomach. He stumbles back. When he straightens up, he glares at me. “You’ve known her for her whole fucking life. I fucking trusted you, you lying fuck.” “I know, D,” is all I can say. I have no defense.
