Chapter 18. Crossed Lines and Blurred Memories

“Hey,” Rowan called out.

“Don’t greet me. Is this a playback or what? I have been here for more than half an hour”, Jack retorted.

“Cut the crap. I am here for a serious talk”. Rowan pulled out his chair and sat down.

“When have you never been serious?” Jack frowned.

“Wait, are you seriously angry? Rowan asked, confused. Jack is not the type to get offended easily.

“No, I am not. I just want you to believe I am.” Jack said, grinning.

“Stop messing with me, man. I’ve got a very serious issue here.” Rowan yelled.

“Okay. You don’t have to bully me into listening. What is it? Let the cat out of the bag.” He said, relaxing in his seat.

Rowan leaned in closer, his expression serious. “Do you remember the bitch at my house?

“The one you raped? Jack asked, sipping his drink.

“Don’t put it that way”, Rowan frowned.

“That is what it is,” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Jack!” Rowan yelled.

“Easy man. You are too tense for th