Brayden’s POV
I never thought a teenager would threaten to shove something up my ‘bleached asshole’ in front of a toddler and somehow, still walk away with a suitcase of my money and my begrudging respect.
And yet, here we are.
Here, specifically, was the reception of Elysium, a luxury resort that was a two-hour drive from the dingy motel where Stephanie and Claire had originally lodged.
The place was one of many that belonged to the Davenports – Scott’s wife’s family – and all it took was one phone call to secure a place for the girls. No delay, no questions. Just my word, my signature, my money, and the weight of my reputation.
Larissa, a better people person than I was, stood at the check-in desk, signing all the necessary forms. Stephanie kept Claire balanced on one hip because wh
