Chapter 19

He wasn’t intimidated, though. He laughed at me and said confidently, “Do you plan on doing that before or after I blow your fiancé?”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, trying to hold it together without flipping out on him and landing my ass in jail for a few days.

“So. I presume we can’t share Gray?”

“Keep your hands off my man, Toby. Don’t make me hurt you. Notice how I’m threatening you.”

“I’m leaving,” he said. “This is over between us. No more nice guy from me.”

“Fuck you!” I yelled at him and watched him walk away, climb into his Tacoma, and drive off 16: Not as Harmless

Glock Ranch

Main House

6:58 P.M.