Chapter 471

Downstairs. Nathan stormed out of the restaurant, cursing under his breath. He'd just lit a cigarette when someone bumped hard into his shoulder. "You blind or what?" He looked up to see James towering over him, eyes sharp under a baseball cap, looking like he was ready to throw down. Nathan scoffed inwardly. This guy really was all brawn, no brain. He frowned and took a step back. "Alright, I'm leaving." There was no way he could win in a fight. That day at the club, this lunatic barged in swinging, and even with all their numbers, no one could take him down. What a waste—he'd do great in the military. Even that shoulder bump stung. "Watch where you're going. Step on my foot again, I'll smack you every time I see you," James warned gruffly. Nathan let out a sarcastic laugh. This guy? Back in school, he only had swagger because he was Beckett's cousin. But now? The Nortons didn't even have the status to shine the Schroeder family's shoes, and he still acted all high and mighty. "You re