"Of all the fucking times to interrupt!" I cursed under my breath as I made my way downstairs and out the front door into the night to find Stringer standing there with a grave look on his face.

“This better be important, String.”

“You think I'd have left the fiesta if it wasn't?” he replied.

“The rest of the boys are going nuts in there. You scared Dante pretty bad. He's comping dances left and right and the bar's flowing like a waterfall.”

"Lay it on me then," I told him as I ...