“Oh, so it’s an ‘us’ now?” He does turn back around, but not because he’s particularly happy about our little revelation. “What, is her p***y made of solid gold?”
I shove my hands into my pockets because they’re balling into fists. This is the worst place to get into a wrestling match with my brother.
“I’m going to very nicely ask you to show some respect,” I growl.
Tolya eyes Clara. “How am I supposed to feel about my little brother f*****g the girl who ruined my life?” He approaches the table, but instead of sitting down in one of the cheap plastic chairs, he braces his fists on the tabletop and leans in close to her face. “You’re the one who should be in here. Not me. So unless you’re here to confess, I don’t have anything to say to you and I sure as s**t don’t have any reason to lis
