Flawed (Hunt Brothers Saga)
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But out loud, for now, there was only one way to define it.
“Simple,” I said. “Make money. That’s my dream. Every last bit of it.”
Epilogue
I gotta lay off the booze. Fuck.
My eyes slowly fluttered open as the feeling of having drunk too much the night before hit me hard. Not even 24 hours had passed since I’d walked out of Burnson Investments for good, and Morgan had needed no prodding to join me.
But just as I had the week before, my defense against blackouts had ended, as I couldn’t remember much after taking a shot at the bar with Morgan and two random brunette girls.
I looked to my right and saw one of the girls in a state of undress, an unfinished beer on the desk next to her. Well, at least I had a good night somehow, I thought as I rolled over to the other side.
There, in what can only be described as completely unexpected, was a stack of a few thousand dollars. It was too well placed to have been accidental, and there was no way I could have put it here myself.
I sat up, confused. I looked to the corner of the hotel room.
There, in the corner, sat Morgan, his hand resting on his chin, staring at me. I could not pin his expression for the life of me—it was a little unnerving, but by the same token, Morgan knew what kind of a state I was in. He wasn’t about to do anything to hurt me.
“How are you feeling, Chance?” he said, more curious than leading.
I groaned as I let my head hit the pillow.
“What the hell just happened?”
Chance let out a soft laugh, as if worried about waking up the girl to my left.
“Oh, that’s quite the story. And it’s just getting started, Chance Hunt. It’s just getting started.”
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