#Chapter41

Damn, son, you got some balls on you

Ryan

We walked into the house, and Frazier let out a low whistle. “Damn. I didn’t peg you for a rich kid.”

“I’m not rich, and my parents are.” I tossed my bag aside and strolled towards the kitchen.

He ran after me. “I’ll need one of those motorized scooters for your house. You wouldn’t happen to have a map, would you?”

“Why would I need a map? I live here.”

“Well, not all of us have the luxury of knowing our way around in a fortress.”

“Kitchen, living room, bathroom, and front door.” I pointed to each area which was...