Jack's POV
I stormed out of Rosa Villa, my blood still boiling. The steering wheel creaked under my white-knuckled grip as I navigated through evening traffic.
The call from Calvin came just in time I needed a drink.
The usual crowd at Murphy's Bar parted before me like the Red Sea. One look at my face and they knew to keep their distance. Calvin and Luke had already secured our regular booth, and mercifully, they'd cleared out the usual hangers-on.
"Rough day?" Calvin pushed a glass of whiskey toward me.
I downed it in one go. "You could say that."
Luke leaned forward, lowering his voice. "So... is it true? About Anna and that guy from Olympus Club?"
The glass slammed onto the table harder than I intended. "You want to repeat that?"
"Easy," Calvin raised his hands. "We're just concerned. The whole city's talking about it."
"The whole city needs to shut their damn mouths," I growled. "She's still my—" I caught myself, but not fast enough.
