Chapter 7 Quake

Bernice

Christian looked different from the version from that night, more...intimidating. With the black suit and dark gray shirt he's wearing today, he exudes an aura of taller, darker danger.

But none of that matters. What's important is that what happened at the strip club last week should fade into the memories of everyone involved. Not become some kind of lurking threat.

He glanced toward me. I immediately held my breath, and then he gave a faint smile. Not one of those polite, distant smiles. He acted as if we knew each other.

Hell, no.

He recognized me.

And he acted like an asshole.

What did he mean? Elina suddenly came up next to me, "Come with me." Her face was somber. And I quickly figured out why.

Fed was pouring himself glass after glass of brandy. He looked like his self-esteem had been damaged by his father.

"Son, your father wouldn't like you sitting at the dinner table drunk." Elina snatched the glass out of Fed's hand.

Fed stood up unhappily, "He wo