Chapter 31

“What in the actual fuck?” I repeated once more, just so that everything would sink in. Nope, nothing sank; just a whole bucket of shitload. I turned to face the nameless dude I have yet to punch. He was standing there, looking amused of the situation. “Who are you?” I asked him softly but with an edge in my tone. “Quentin Yelton, head of the gang your brother joined in.” I didn’t know if he did that on purpose but I’m pretty sure he did. He wanted to rub salt into...