Chapter 8

Zandro's POV

"One more Scotch !"I shouted to the bartender. I was at Epic Bar in Manhattan. I wanted to feel numb and wasted to forget the pain and anger that was eating me.

"Hey, Zandro that's enough. You're drunk". Stanley grabbed the glass when I was about to drink it.

"What's your problem man?” He pulled me into the VIP room which was an exclusive area for us . “The last time you’ve been like this was too long ago”.

His statement brought a smouldering pain in my heart. I smiled bitterly as I dropped my weight on the couch.

“You’re right” I can barely hear my own voice. And it’s the exact same person who brought me into this. He strode into the minibar and handed me a bottle of cold water. “You should not be here man”, I told him.

He sat to the chair across, shrugging his shoulder. “Megan was there when Cameron called me. She’s worried”. Cameron is a friend of ours who owned this bar. I didn’t see him around neither the rest of the gang. Probably one of his staff informed him.