My lips stretch across my teeth. "Who’s looking for Layla?" I ask.

A blond guy is holding a plastic cup of alcohol and points it at himself while wearing a f*cking grin. "Me. And you are?"

"Kieran, go into the kitchen." Chester pushes Kieran’s chest, and he stumbles back, spilling his drink across his shirt.

I need to leave before I allow the violence to pour from me. I turn and pull the front door open. I don’t bother to close it behind ...