RYDER

Who the heck is sending my girl roses?

I know I need to be a hell of a lot calmer about this whole thing, but I'm fuming.

In my mind, there's only one person who could have put that rose there, and it's Wilson. That fucking pathetic piece of shit. Just thinking about it makes me want to storm inside the packhouse and tear him apart with my bare hands.

I'd do it. Oh, I would.

But Aria's reminder returns to me and I let her words ground me. If we start fighting among ourselves, we ...