Chapter 124

“Thought you could use a friend.” He says, taking a sip of his scotch.

I snort, “Yeah? Do you see one cause I fucking don’t?” I retort coldly and knock back my drink. Is this kid for real? How dare he call himself a friend after what he did—impudent bastard.

“Vance, you’re my best friend, beyond that you’re my brother man. We’ve known each other for years. If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re