The Maddoxes could sense trouble. At least it seemed that way, because whenever there was
a fight, they had either started it, or finished it. Usually both.
“Coby, sit down,” I commanded through my teeth.
“No, I’m not sittin’ down. This dickhead insulted my sister, I’m not fuckin’ sittin’ down.”
Raegan leaned over to Chase. “That’s Trent and Travis Maddox.”
“Maddox?” Clark asked.
“Yeah. You still got something to say?” Travis said.
Coby shook his head slowly and smiled. “I can talk all night long, motherfu—”
I stood. “Coby! Sit your ass down!” I said, pointing to his chair. He sat. “I said it wasn’t him, and I meant it! Now everybody calm the fuck down! I’ve had a bad day, I’m here to drink, and relax, and have a good goddamn time! Now if that’s a problem for you, back the fuck off my table!” I closed my eyes and screamed the last part, looking completely insane. People around us were staring.
Breathing hard, I glanced at Trenton, who handed me a drink.
One corner of his mouth turned up. “I think I’ll stay.”