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At Patrick’s groan, I smiled. Good. I hope Diem hit the fucker.

“This isn’t a game. Stay the fuck away or I will fuck you up,” Diem said, and I raised my brows at the ferocity of his tone.

“What’s the big deal, man? She’s just pussy?”

Someone grunted and I peeked around the wall to see Diem had popped Patrick in the nose, spraying blood across his face.

“Fuck,” Patrick moaned. “Fine, but you better back off. I’m tired of this shit, should’ve fucking reported you the last time.”

“Go ahead,” Diem sneered. “I’m sure the family would like to know about what your mom’s getting up to with Larry Sinise. Your daddy willing to take another five to ten for her?”

Although I had no idea what they were referring to, the silence that followed Diem’s sentence led me to believe whatever it was, Patrick wasn’t pleased with the threat.

And I had a feeling I shouldn’t be hearing this, because it was not something I could take back. This could lead me down a road I most definitely did not want to follow.

Inching away from them, I paused when I slipped in a pile of rocks, displacing them beneath my feet.

Shit. I’m such a damn klutz.

Slapping my hand over my mouth, I rolled my eyes to the sky, praying no one heard me.

When Patrick broke the silence, whining like an asshole, I relaxed. “You’re fucking lucky my dad doesn’t kill you. Little bitch riding on the coattails of the great Frank McCafferty. You can’t mess with the family and get away with it for long.”

Frank? What does Diem’s dad have to do with anything?

“Don’t worry about my dad. And just try and send your piece of shit father my way. I’m not afraid of him anymore than I am you,” Diem grunted.

“Yeah, not now. But just wait until good ol’ Uncle Paddy learns about your fucking lies. You think your big shit now with the big man behind you, but just wait.”

Diem laughed and the sound sent a shiver down my spine because this wasn’t the Diem who liked to cause mayhem in the halls. This was more menacing than I thought possible considering he was already a bruiser with an affinity for violence.

“Like I said, I’m not afraid of you nor your pansy ass father, but you better believe if you fucking try anything I’ll put you in the ground. This isn’t play time and dicks like Paddy McCafferty don’t mess around.”

Holy shit.ThePaddy McCafferty? I knew he was related; it was impossible not to, considering our history, but did he work for him?

Is it dangerous? Of course, it’s dangerous, don’t be an idiot.

“Whatever. You think you’re so tough? You ain’t shit without your uncle,” Patrick said.

“And you ain’t shit at all, now leave me before I do something Paddy will regret.”

“I know what you did,” Patrick said, and I leaned forward.

Why was he whispering?

“Which is what?” Diem drawled.

“I’ve heard things. People say you’re the one who took out Jordie B.”

“Right, because if I killed a dick, I’d leave crumbs for everyone else to find,” Diem sneered.

Fuck me running, now they were talking about murdering a man as if it was a sale at fucking Macy’s. This was so not good.

“Yeah well, if you did, you’re dead anyway.”

Reeling under the newfound information, I stepped away from the wall, hoping to make it out of this situation unnoticed. I’d stepped into a minefield and if either of them knew I was here—I was toast.

What if Diem found out I overheard this? Did he murder some dude with the unfortunate name of Jordie B? What the hell is going on?

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