Griffin’s POV
In seconds, the bottle is half again. I have a fuming girlfriend glaring at me, a friend standing in silence for the first time in her entire life, and a baby upstairs that has no idea what this f*****g world means.
“Griffin, please put the bottle down, we need.”
“No, what we need is for my brother and mother to back off. I had enough of their demands.” I interrupt Mia. Everyone must just back off, let me have my drink, and come up with a plan.
“Ok, so what do you suggest? They’re not going away, and they will keep coming until you give them what they want.” Mia folds her arms. And it’s annoying me when she does that.
“Don’t you understand? They will never stop. The day they will stop is the day I’m living in a one-bedroom, living out of trash cans.” I looked around
