"How does it feel havin' to put up wit' this woman who don't want you after your own mother?"
The mention of that bitch who birthed me had my grip tightening on the crystal tumbler. I forced my composure to stay even as I leveled a cold stare at Dimitiri's arrogant face. "If you weren't my brother, I'd pull that forked tongue out through your fucking throat for saying that."
Dimitri didn't so much as flinch, just took another long drag of his cigar, the burning ember glowing brighter with each insolent inhale.
