CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

Nathan Stone was smoking like a furnace while he paced the length of the room that was Jeffery's and so was the smoking pipe held between his lips.

It wasn't helping that he hated the smell of these home, yet he was stuck in one.

Smelt like old age, loneliness and poverty and he was none of those.

He was rich, has a grown ass daughter and a business that should keep them afloat for the rest of their lives and ten more if they get the chance.

That is if it doesn't all get blown away with the breeze of this shit that some idiot had stirred that was stripping them all naked to the public.

And that bastard called Brandon had gone right ahead to make good of his threat and now his face was next to the man's on the fucking news while he hid out here like a fucking imbecile wimp.

He hated it, it disgusted him to be on the run in a town he's built so much reputation in and it's all thanks to a man he'd considered a friend for more than a decad