What’s even more suspicious is that Atlas seems to know who the guy is. Well, we all do. The f u c k e r was famous as f**k, but the way Atlas looked at him seemed like it stemmed from something else.
Once Suri and him left the restaurant, Devon and I both asked how he knew the guy.
“His brother is a raging psychopath. I used to see him on fight nights at the boxing gym. Never fought him, though, because he eventually got kicked out for violating the most important rule – no killing.”
“Are you f*****g forreal?” Devon and I glanced at each other, cutting a look.
“Yup,” Atlas nodded as his fists tightened its clenching.
“So… what are you going to do about it?” Devon asks, obviously worried that our little sister/his crush is hanging around him.
“I told her not to go to his party,
