Chapter 77: Fist Fight

Griffin groaned in disbelief. Why did he, of all people, have to be Shortie's husband?

"You certainly piss me off, Diego," Griffin mumbled, his gaze turning cold as he began to step toward Diego.

Diego did the same, approaching him. "I told you to take my name out of your fucking mouth."

Deadly glares locked, auras filled with fury as they marched toward each other.

Griffin was the first to attack, sending a punch toward Diego's face, but it was blocked. Diego smirked at the intensity, which only fueled his excitement. Griffin didn't stop his brutal attack, both of them grinning.

When Diego sent his own punch, it narrowly missed Griffin's face, causing him to stumble back. Before he could regain his balance, Diego attacked again.

"Not bad, asshole." Diego's punch hit the wall when Griffin managed to dodge, cracking the wall with the intensity.

"Well, I wasn't in prison for nine years, sitting and doing nothing. I'm glad you became stronger too." Griffin's grin widened. "That will only