CHUCK
Clayton’s driver parks outside what is supposed to be the sucker’s house. He opens our doors and we step out. Clayton is still in his PJ’s. That’s how bad it is.
“This fucker is going to pay.” I grit my teeth following him towards the door. His men, who have already pulled up follow us and one of them presses the doorbell.
“We go slow on him. Maybe he is innocent.”
“Innocent? He hurt Lexi. She doesn’t even remember me.”
“Try and control yourself Chuck.” He says as the door opens.
“Chase White?” Dad asks.
“Yes. What do you want?” he is some arrogant ass.
“Did you have anything to do with Lexi’s r**e?” I brush past him roughly.
“Chill maan. This is my house!”
“I know.” I grab him by the collar and push him against the wall.
“Did you r**e Lexi? I want the names!” I glower at
