George sat at the bar smoking and putting out the air when he sighted his worst nightmare.

A friend had brought him here to chill and it was evident that this place screams wealth and class. How the hell was his friend able to afford such a place and the drinks bought here.

His eyes never left Lucien and his friends as he traced their steps to the VIP section with his yes.

He took the remaining drink in the tumbler and gulped it at once. It wasn't enough, he needed more.to quench this anger building up in his throat.

He would never forget the scene of his house when...