Chris scowled as he smacked his hand away; he stopped walking to stare at him. "Your house? Why?"
"He's crashing with us,” Creed replied.
"Is that true, Lyric? Because if he's lying, I'll happily beat his ass up," Chris said. He even went as far as to c***k his knuckles. Lyric looked between Claire and the two brothers before nodding slowly.
When a deafening thunder roar was heard, Lyric stopped walking and shoved his head in Roland’s shirt, much to Chris’s amusement.
"I see Roland made a friend."
Roland stared at the uniformed man blankly. "Chris, I don't give a s**t that you’re Creed's parole officer or you’re Claire's brother, but I will beat your ass if you joke about that."
"I could arrest you for that."
"Go ahead."
"I would . . . But there's so much paperwork, and I just wan
