Diamond Up His Sleeve 4

Truth

All hell broke loose the moment we sat back down and I knew it was partly my fault for opening my mouth about what I had seen happening on the pool table on the way back from the bathroom.

Namely, Fender screwing around with his daughter's best friend. Fucking a god damn college girl when he was a man in his fifties. And in front of his kids no less. The man seriously had no shame. Ruin always turned a blind eye because he was so used to his dad horn dogging it around. But Chelsea was little more than a child. And as much as she was a spilt brat she didn’t need the years of therapy she would need to get over what was currently happening.

No fucking kid did.

Fender needed to grow up and realise he was a father. He needed to stop doing that shit in places were his barely adult daughter could see.

Still, I felt sorry for Wicked the most. As usual, Ruin had asked him to step in. To play babysitter to Chelsea like he had nothing better to do tonight. Sure, Wicked didn’t have an o