"Hello," he growled into the phone.
"Kane?" came a familiar voice on the other end.
Winn frowned. "Who is this?"
"You do not have my number saved on your phone? Uh… you wound me." The teasing tone was unmistakable.
"Evans?" Winn straightened slightly, irritation flashing through his veins. "What the fuck? Why the hell are you calling me?"
"Calm down, hot head." Evans drawled.
"What do you want, Evans? You've got five seconds before I hang up."
"Kane, take your head out of your ass for a minute and give me a time to come talk to you in person."
"The next time you call me, I will be shoving your phone up your ass. House of Kane doesn't need you." Winn hissed into the receiver, his tone as sharp as broken glass before he ended the call with a swipe that nearly cracked the phone screen. Evans always had that effect on him.
He shoved the phone aside, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed the tension from his jaw.
