20 Chapter 20: QUINN

"Get a move on, I'm hungry. Fucking women didn't let me eat today with their staring shit." Devon rubbed his gut and yawned.

"Now you know how I feel when I'm left riding herd on them."

We were walking the yard making sure shit was secure before we headed to dinner. Lo's over cautious that way especially with the girls here.

"We've got a long night ahead of us, I can feel it." I almost asked him what he meant but I was sure he was talking on the same level as the shit that's been messing with my ass.

"Had a lot of those lately."

"Yeah well I'm done with this fuckery. As old William Shakespeare once said, I'm ready to 'cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.' He all but growled at me.

Wonder what the hell crawled up his ass and died. He and his mercurial moods were nothing new to me, but this time I didn't have to think too hard to figure out what was bothering him.