"Dawson exhaled heavily. "That's some shit, though. God, they were like family. It's not going to be the same without them. They didn't deserve to die like that." I rubbed my jaw. "And Matthew..." "Screw Matthew," he spat, eyes narrowing. Setting the bottle aside, I watched my brother. "We sort of did the same thing, bro. We risked people's lives to keep Dee and the girls safe." He shook his head. "That's different." "Is it?" Dawson didn't immediately respond. "Well, then screw us." I let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, screw us."