Brandon's pov
"Hey...Big man...It's been, quite a long time. What brings you here?" I said nervously. I knew he had arrived, everyone buzzed about it. Ethan's silence about his uncle's arrival spoke volumes, and that meant trouble.
"Don't hey me," He answered lazily, while he stood outside my black car, with a lit cigar. He blew the smoke into the air like it was nothing, creating an art in the air like a pro.
I swallowed hard when he took his glasses off, his gaze was fixed on me. He was freakishly tall and intimidating.
"I see you are sniffing around my new prey, did you think I wouldn't catch you? And I hope you ain't going around kissing ass because I know you are so f*****g broke." He said lazily.
I straightened my back with some confidence I managed to find in the bottom of my
