***Zachary’s POV***
There was banging at the door again. How many times was this? It was pissing me off. I didn’t want anyone in the apartment. Hence the lock on the door. Not enough, well now the couch was thrown in front of the door. I moved out to the balcony with a pack of cigarettes and sat down on the only piece of non-broken or thrown piece of furniture. Lighting the cigarette, I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes.
Taking another drag of my my cigarette, I peeked over my shoulder as I heard the couch scraping across the floor. I wondered how many people were pushing the door open to get that thing to move. Honestly, it was heavy as f**k, but it was the first thing I trashed when I got home after I spent time with Evie. After I found out I had a son. She named him after my
