Chapter 21
I gotta lay off the booze. Fuck.
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.”