Chapter 33: Brotherly Threats

Enzo’s

I stormed into Dean’s house, my boots slamming hard against the floor, my blood boiling with uncontrolled rage. Dean was sprawled lazily on the couch, his phone in his hand, looking much too relaxed for my liking.

The second he saw me, he stood up quickly, but before he could even open his mouth, I grabbed his neck, pinning him brutally against the wall. “Was it you?” I growled, my voice low and dangerously fierce, my eyes burning bright red. ...