Frankie
"You stupid motherfucker. I told you to stay away from Ari. What part of that did you not understand?" I charged toward Bones, who was working the punching bag. His hands were wrapped.
Good. He was ready for an ass-beating.
It was early, so no one would arrive in the gym for hours still. Bones was the only early bird in the group.
The gym echoed with the dull thud of my boots as I closed in on him. He stopped his workout, the punching bag swaying slightly from his last hit. Bones turned, his eyes narrowing as they locked on mine. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, but his breath was steady.
"Last I checked, she wasn't yours to forbid anyone from," he spat, not a shred of fear in his voice as he unwound the tape from his knuckles. "Ari's a big girl. She can do what and who she pleases."
