2.36 Proof (2)

I tapped my feet nervously on the ground as the silence between Mick and I stretched and I worried about why I was there.

“I’m not going to punch you again,” Mick smirked, and just like that, those old feelings of annoyance towards him rose up inside of me.

“Like I would fucking let you, asshole,” I growled.

I winced, regretting the words as soon as they slipped out. I knew after what everyone told me that Mick was a big reason why I was saved. He stood up for me when his brother was on the verge of writing me off because of distrust. Mick called me family, according to everyone else, and I just called him an asshole.

Mick didn’t look offended, to my relief. He just scoffed and smirked softly, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap.

“That’s more like it. I thought you had lost all your fight. The douche gene disappeared with your balls at that resort.”

“You wish,” I huffed. “I got bigger balls than you have ever had. What the hell did you call me here for? To