“If we fucking knew that, we wouldn’t be standing here discussing it,” I snap.
He takes a step toward me once more.
“Don’t be a fucking smart-arse, kid. You might think you’re all high and mighty, being daddy’s little prince. But here, you’re the bottom of the fucking ladder, even more so seeing as all of this is your fault. We wouldn’t be—”
“Leave it, bro,” D snaps. “Fighting with a kid isn’t going to get us anywhere. You know as well as I do that Dad is all over this. For once, it’s not actually Theo’s fault.”
A smug smile tugs at my lips as I glare back at Cruz.
“So… shall we figure out how to deal with your daddy then?” His brows narrow at the sarcasm in my voice.
“Link, what have you got?” D asks, walking back into the living room and leaving the two of us taunting each other into a fight.
“It’s still loading.”
It takes a few seconds for his words to hit me, but when they do, I’m ducking around Cruz’s big-arse body in the hope that my suspicions are right.