Chapter 73: The Replacement
(Damon's POV)
The recoil of the custom Beretta kicked against my palm. A rhythmic, deafening thud echoed in the private shooting range.
Hunter leaned against the glass partition, scrolling through his phone, waiting for me to finish. I fired the last round, the slide locking back with a metallic click. I set the gun down and pulled off my noise-canceling earmuffs.
Hunter walked over. "You might be surprised by the new transfer student in AP Economics today."
"The girl from the bar," I said, picking up a cleaning cloth.
Hunter paused, his smirk faltering. "Your network is terrifying. I just got the file. When did you know?"
"The night at the club," I replied flatly. "Getting plastic surgery just to show her off to me once would be a waste of investm
