Josh- Three Months Later
“That’s the last of my stuff.” I placed my last box of belongings into the trunk of my car. “Let’s take care of the most important part now.” I slapped Luke on the shoulder and we headed inside to Sneaky’s bar.
My lawyer had drawn up the papers which Serge held in his hand. We headed to our usual booth in the back of the bar where the gang was waiting. Everyone who was sitting got up, allowing Luke and I to sit across from one another. Sneaky placed a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses and two mugs of beer in front of us.
“You ready?” I asked. Luke nodded, his dark eyes glittering, and a rare smile dancing across his face. I handed him a pen which he used to scribble his name on several dotted lines. Moments later he glanced up, then handed me the pen, and I di
