Sloane

"We heard your father was a murderer."

“Yeah, and your mother was too.”

“What does that make you? Huh, Slade?”

“Fuck you,” Slade snarls. He’s not afraid of these ranked wolves, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t get hurt if they jump him. There are five of them and everyone  of them is three years older than he is.

“I mean, if you’re offering, feel free to get on your knees,” one of the guys says, grabbing his crotch while the others laugh.

"Say it again. I ...