Three Weeks Later...
- Tesla Williams -
"There's no way in hell you're moving away from the clubhouse. You're not leaving me," Graham shouts angrily from his position beside me at the bar.
We were having a drink at the bar after he got back from a charity run and the topic of future plans came up. As you can see, Graham isn't happy about my decision to find a place of my own. I haven't told him about my appointment with a realtor today at four o'clock.
I sigh. "I'm not leaving you, Graham. I just want to get my own place. I can't continue to live off you guys like this. Is that such a crime?"
He slams his fist down on the bar. "You know what? f**k it. Get your own place, see if I give a s**t," he growls, walking away. He throws his beer at the wall in front of me, causing it to shatt
