“It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who made that bullet?” Roman, never one to beat around the bush, says. I watch as Colt’s shoulders drop and he nods his head.
“Yeah, kid it was. I am deeply sorry for that. I didn’t know.” Colt says as Roman steps forward and I stand up, ready to grab him if he does anything stupid. Roman has tears in his eyes as he watches Colt.
“I know it was not your fault. But that doesn’t mean that I have to like you.” Roman folds his arms over his chest the same way dad and pops do. The stance of a future prez.
“But I know you want to do the right thing, so I will be watching you. Don’t f**k up, otherwise it won’t be my mom, dad, aunty, uncle, grandma, or pops you will have to worry about. It will be me.” He says, and I fight the urge to laugh.
Colt stands
