Chapter 40: "His" Color

JULIAN’S POV

To say I was f*cking angry would be a motherf*cking understatement. I was positively livid. How had I f*cking let this happen in my club? How had he stolen her for even a moment right beneath my d*mn guys? I was going to have a strong f*cking word with them about this.

And those d*mn burgundy roses. Those roses would haunt my dreams until the day I f*cking rot beneath the Earth so help me God. I crumpled Vivian’s college paperwork in my fist, forgetting to take f*cking care of it. I had worked too d*mn hard to gain it and here I was f*cking trashing it in my frustration.