“So, you’re not always looking to fight?” Eric DeWhit steps forward and extends a hand. “You just save your attitude for Kane?”
Accepting his hand, I smile. “I guess he tweaked my bad attitude button. I don’t like sexism. And I don’t like to be brushed off as stupid when I’m clearly not.”
“You won’t find any of that around here,” Angelo says. “We agreed long ago not to fuck with the women. Muscle ain’t shit when you’re up against a scorned woman.”
As long as they understand.
Exhaling slowly, I fold my arms and nod toward the boardroom. “What do you think is happening in there?”
“It’s unlikely they’ll both survive,” Spence says. “But it’s important that meeting happens. I’ve got fifty on Kane walking out alive.”
My first instinct is to throw down thousands on Jay because I know who he is, and I know what he’s capable of. But when his opponent is Kane, I just don’t know who’ll come out on top. Most of me says Kane, if only because Jay would bow down and defer to anything his brother says.