Kenny’s POV

The shop felt tainted like all the machismo had polluted the air with a toxic gas fit to kill. It was no wonder that Jojo wanted to get the hell out of here after getting’ reamed like that in front of the whole gang. There weren’t any more words between the two, and the moment Rocco had flicked the open sign switch off, Jojo had lit out of the garage like a bat out of hell.

“I need a drink.” It wasn’t a comment so much as a ...