Chapter 3Ryan had been trouble at school. He wasn’t interested in much beyond chasing girls and hanging out with the coolest kids. Consequently, he left without his diploma and things had gone downhill from there. After he’d had several successive brushes with the law, his parents had thrown him out at the age of twenty-one, and suddenly he’d found himself jobless and penniless on the streets and had to grow up real fast.
He stayed in a hostel in his hometown of Newport Beach while he took on odd jobs. Ryan’s problem with customer service jobs, such as waiting tables, was that his temper was so easily triggered. One wrong word from the customer had him telling the diner to stick their meal up their fat ass. He had never heard of—nor did he give a rat’s ass about—the motto “the customer is
