Lucas’s POV

A loud bang from downstairs had me jump up on my bed. 

“Now isn’t the best time for this, Andrew. It’s too early in the morning.” 

“I don’t give a bloody damn about whether or not it’s a goof time! I’m only asking you a question which deserves an answer! Why did you hide your money from me yesterday?” 

Oh, there they go again. 

I groaned and sat on the bed again. My father’s voice had always been the first thing I hear each morning. If he wasn’t arguing with his wife, my stepmother about the way food is served, he’s arguing about her money.

I honestly didn’t...