CHAPTER 048: CHRIS

I lived in an apartment on Park Avenue. I'd bought it as soon as I decided where I wanted my club to be, and this place was pretty close to it. Even though this building was some fancy, impressive shit, it was never meant to be my home, only a place to sleep—practicality over comfort.

My personal garage was under the building, and trust me, I'd paid a shit ton for the other tenants to park somewhere else. I liked having my cars in one spot.

Emily had fallen asleep during the short car ride but woke up again when I turned off the engine.

"Are we there?" She asked as she rubbed her eye and looked around the basement garage.

"Yeah, we're here." I walked to her side and opened the door for her. Grandma had raised me to be a gentleman, after all. Without thinking twice, I had her in my arms again.

Laughing, she slapped my chest gently. "I can walk." When I narrowed my eyes at her, she amended, "I think."

"And I think you secretly love this," I teased. I wasn't much of a joker—that was more