CHAPTER 10
"Well, if it isn't my old friend. I see you still like to look like a tart. Been popped lately?" Carver said sarcastically.
Morgan stepped forward, growling, but Angelo grasped his arm, stopping him, then put on his best Diva persona. "Why, Carver Jinx, I see you haven't changed. Does the wifey know you are a closet waiting to be opened?"
Carver snarled, "Why you son of a..."
Day grabbed Carver and held him back. "I suggest you don't even try what you are stupidly getting ready to do. You see, I don't think Angelo's mate would take too kindly to another man touching what is his."
Carver stopped moving. "Mate? Who the f**k would want a used up piece of s**t like Angelo?"
Morgan growled and hissed, "Say one more disparaging word against my mate and I will do my best to disco
