GABRIEL
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“Come in.” I opened the door and entered my old man’s inner sanctum.
“You asked to see me pop?”
“Come in, son, and close the door.” Uh-oh. That means he’s about to read my ass about something and doesn’t want mom to hear even a whiff.
That could mean one of two things, either he’s in deep shit, or I am. From the way he studied me after I took the chair across from his desk, I already knew it was the latter. Damn! It could be any one of a hundred things. No matter how I try to hide my shit from pop, he’s always ten steps ahead.
“Did you break that kid’s nose?” Oh, that shit.
“Yep!” I knew that sigh was coming like he’d have done anything different.
“Why?”
“He got on my nerves.
“Son!”
