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Chapter 42

Nolan’s POV

I sat in the bar nursing a glass of scotch, one of several that I had tossed down my throat in the darkness of the private lounge. I had a bottle in front of me and it was almost empty.

At this time I was no longer just pleasantly tipsy, I was teetering off the edge of being very drunk to my eyeballs.

Being in the private lounge gave me privacy but bits of music and noise seeped in from the main area. At least it was still quiet enough to leave me to my thoughts. And thoughts were back to those of a lanky teenager trying hard to accept that I was no longer a weird kid but the heir to an empire. That was not an easy pill to swallow but I still had to deal with the stigma of being the son of a murderer.

But I am more than that and I continued to repeat it to myself. That’s probably why I have too much scotch to bury those memories deep enough so that they will never hunt me again.

I know Chantelle is hurt but so am I and it’s unfair to…

I struggled to suppress another sob. T
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Queen619
No one still hasn’t found the baby. These two are a mess.
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