57. Damn proud

Xavion

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"That was quite a move," Hendrix seriously looked at me and sighed, "What else do you want Bryce to do? Give me something to do with. I'm getting bored, you know." He shook his head back and forth.

I can't just give Hendrix something. I know what he is like. I have more than enough worries and don't want Hendrix to add to that.

"I'm fine, Hendrix, and just do what you like to do. Be free."I walked towards the mini-bar for a drink, and he followed closely behind.

"I know Bryce can't handle it alone. Are you really okay with Morris helping him with this?"

My jaw tightened. It's uneasy hearing Morris's name. Somehow, this painful, sharp wooden thing stuck inside my chest can't be heal no matter what.

I took a sip of water. This is only what I need at the moment. I cannot have a whiskey or a beer because I need to pick Quinn up in an hour for the party.

"Xavion Xavier Mondragon. . . That name shines, you know." Hendrix's head lifts, and he is now looking at the bright sky,