Page 32 of Bad Boy Next Door
Shane shot over to Keagan. “Too hot? Do you want to stay small potatoes forever? And who made you king over us anyway? What would Da say—”
“Guess you’ll have plenty of time to ask him when you end up back inside.” Keagan went to the kitchen and ran the tap over the dishes at the bottom of the sink.
At least Keagan was thinking clearly. He’d put the brakes on this scheme of Shane’s. Our eldest brother pretended to run the family business like a democracy, but he made the big calls.
“Okay, okay.” Shane shook his head. “I get it. You want more details. I’ll get them. Soon. But before I can take this to the next stage, I need to know you’re all in.”
Shane looked directly at me, as if there was any doubt who he was talking to.
I stood up. “Have you heard a word I’ve said? I’m done with this shit.”
“Come on, Nick,” Mac said. “Don’t say no until we find out more.”
I strode toward the door. “No fucking way.”
