Chapitre 50: His Panic

[Rosco’s POV]

I pull in front of the venue where our company dinner would be held and take it in. Oh, how I didn’t want to fucking be here while Denali was at home waiting for me. However, because she insisted that I attend, I was here.

Sighing, I climb out and throw my keys at valet parking before heading inside, where my parents and Charlie stand with Nadia. When they spot me, their expressions shift, and I immediately know that something is off.

“Are you that shocked to see me?” I ask, probing them. “I can turn and..."

“Rosco,” my father says, coming up to me and holding out his phone. “I think you should see this.”

Frowning, I hold out a hand and take his offering, then bring it up so that I can see the pictures that are plastered on the screen.

Instantly, my anger spikes, and I fight the urge to crush the fucking phone in my hand.

“Who?” I growl, passing it back to my father. “Has the balls to try to slander my wife like this?”