CHAPTER 14.
RIGHTS TO SAY A PRAYER.
~MATT’S POINT OF VIEW~
My eyes meet that of the crybaby, and the sight of his half ear almost makes me laugh but I stiffen at once.
This is not the right place or time for jokes, yet every time I cross paths with Brandon, I am forced toward a laugh. I don’t think I will ever stop laughing when I see that half-cut ear.
He’s such a weakling—letting a little girl chop his ear off and doing nothing in return. He dreams of being a biker but is too soft for it. I hope he at least makes it to become an attorney so he can close deals for us.
He winds up the window when he notices I’ve seen him.
Just as I expected, a weakling who hides from everyone.
Sometimes I wish he’d show me the little girl who took his ear. I’ll make her my old lady without thinking
