Kevin scoffed. "Besides, Winston's always been a little wild. Letting loose is second nature to him! And now that Andy's technically his uncle, shouldn't an uncle be allowed to discipline his nephew a little?"

Quinton felt his teeth grinding to the point of cracking. Just a short while ago, he considered Andrew a nobody, just a bottom-tier loser.

But now? That same nobody had somehow become one of his dad's sworn brothers, which made his status lower than Andrew's. It felt like fate itself was playing a cruel joke on him—one designed to ruin his life.

Andrew said flatly, "Mr. Wright, I've got no problem with the whole brotherhood thing. But being your son's godfather? That, I've got an issue with. Because, let me be honest—I don't want a disrespectful brat like him tied to me."

Kevin snapped, "Quinton, get over here and apologize! Can't you see you've pissed him off? Now get on your knees, apologize, and promise him that you'll be respectful from now on."

Quinton shot to his