Zellman shook his head, his jaw firm. “She has to be there. She has to know. This is going to affect her and her family. She has to know.” He focused only on Jordan. “You’re going to have to apologize for all that pussy you ran through, thinking she cheated on you willingly.” His mouth twitched. “That’s going to suuuuck. But on the bright side, at least you didn’t get to her sorority girls yet.”

Jordan expelled some air, shaking his head and massaging his jaw. “You’re a dick.”

“Nah.” Zellman pounded him in the shoulder before stepping back quickly. “Just family.” He began backing toward the house, his hands in the air. “My two cents, we should do this as soon as possible.” His eyes fell to the couch. “And that thing should go in the garage. We can drink beer out here on it.”

Jordan frowned, but he was also trying not to grin at the same time. “We need a couch inside.”

“Yeah,” Zellman called out from inside the garage, opening the door to the house. “We can con Blaise into buying one. He’s rich and bad at cards. He’ll cough up two grand easily.”

That had merit. I asked Cross, “Does your brother play cards?”

Cross shrugged. “Who the fuck knows. He’ll give you the money. Just tell him he can hit Harper first.”

“No!” Jordan barked out, his eyes heated again. “Harper’s mine.”

Cross got quiet. “Harper did something to Aspen.”

The heated look only got worse. “Then he can think he’s getting first crack, but the reality is that I’ll get first crack.”

Cross was quiet, then nodded. “I’m good with that.”

Zellman yelled from the house, “Can we get back to our crew meeting? We didn’t finish it from last night, and I have curse words to say about Sunday having Bren’s ex’s baby. It’s my turn in the chair.”

I grimaced. “When he says it like that, it just sounds God-awful.”

Jordan chuckled. “Good thing that documentary is already done, huh? Can you imagine if they got this shit on there?”

No. I didn’t want to imagine that.

We went inside and Zellman got his turn to spew.

FROM: Tazsters

TO: Brenners

SUBJECT: holy fuckers fucking around

I just got off the phone with Tab. I’m coming there. I’m packing my bags now. We’re going to bust him open. Wide open. I’m heated, Bren. Seriously fucking heated. Please tell me you guys are going all-crew on him? Or maybe not.

That’d be evidence, wouldn’t it?

Never mind.

Code words now.

When I want you to beat someone up, I’ll use the word ‘hug.’ I really really really want you to fucking hug the fuck out of the Zach guy.

Wait.

Zeke, right?