““Where’s Melanie, asshole? Does she know you’re up here?” Jake’s expression flitted between anger at Ronin’s crude address and fear of the bigger man’s obvious anger with him. “She’s in the backyard, with some friends.” Ronin’s jaw clenched. “I suggest you go find your girlfriend, then.” “Devin’s in there. She’s upset,” Jake said without thinking. “I know that, fucker. Why the hell do you think that is? GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY.””
