#Chapter169
/"When they were Big,/" Angel shot back, his voice, deep and resonating, filling the quaint kitchen. /"Are you so fucking stupid that you can't tell the diffrence? Or still too slow to really understand what that means when they —/"
/"Watch you're fucking mouth, Angelo, because I shit you not, you'll be spitting teeth if you say one more damn word./"
/"Enough,/" Jackson cut in, glaring between them. /"Arguing isn't going to solve this. The blame game isn't either. Let's just figure out what happened and then we can try and solve it./"
