David’s POV.

I step an inch away from Peter as I bark a laugh, throwing my head back.

Though I’m laughing but it’s all humorless and Peter knows. When I get my fill, I pull my lips into a thin, harsh line and glower at the bastard called Peter.

“Do you think this is some kinda joke?” I intone, my voice cold.

Even at that, Peter stares head-on at me. I see the man has got some balls now than before.

Being in the same space with him makes me boil. It makes me remember how he took the ...