Dominic's pov.

“Are you crazy?” Gath screamed as he slammed his fist on the table. “How could you?” He spat.

“I don't think you have the right to shout at me”. I defended. “She was the one at fault, what do you expect me to do?”

“Seriously?” He scoffed as his face flickered to disbelief and disappointment. “I can't stand you right now” he hissed as he turned to go.

“You suggest what I should do” I slammed my fists on the table, spilling the table into half as my breath became heavy.

“That is a four thousand dollars table for goodness sake” Jake hissed as he bent to pick...