Chapter 48

“Where’s Quinn?”

“Mark! We weren’t expecting to see you,” Anthony Sebring said.

“Where’s Quinn?” I repeated.

“Drum wanted to talk to him.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Where?”

They all looked toward the back of the restaurant. I propped my cane against the table, took my clutch piece from its ankle holster, and took off in that direction. I was so fucking steamed; how could his uncles have let him go with that asshole?

I tracked down Drum and found him slobbering all over my lover.Drum was lucky all I fucking did was cock my Mini-Max. If this hadn’t been the place where Spike worked, I’d have blown his brains all over the fucking lockers.

At least I had some fun toying with Drum, and the best thing was not only had Quinn lost his temper and taken a poke at him, but I’d gotten in a good shot too when Drum made that stupid comment about me stabbing Quinn in the back.

Jesus, what an asshole.