I stood in the building that used to smell of sweat, beer, hunger, and destitution. Now, it looked like something out of a lifestyle magazine: fresh paint, clean windows, and a security camera blinking in the corner. Even the air smelled different.
I saw a brand-new leather couch, a crystal chandelier, and my Uncle Hunt— Xerxes. He was supposed to be the head of a fraternity, but as I watched him approach me, I wasn't so sure anymore.
“Nix, The Phoenix,” Uncle Hunt hailed with wide arms, ignoring my earlier question. “Back from the ashes, I see. Thought you were too good for this side of town now.”
I grinned despite myself and accepted his bear hug, inhaling the familiar scent of cigars and arrogance in the process. “You redecorated everywhere.”
“Beautiful, no?”
I scoffed. “Is this so
