Chapter 87

The next day, Matthias and his buddies all met up at the bar. He was slouched on the couch, long legs stretched out, cigarette glowing between his fingers, a hint of irritation on his face. "Alpha Matthias, this stuff will seriously bulk you up!" "Nah, look at this one—I think this one's better. It says so right here." "Alpha..." "Shut it." Matthias stubbed out the smoke and waved them off. "Just get all of it. Make sure it’s at my place before tonight!" — Ashton was still trying to convince Matthias to go see his dad. "The whole mountain range is yours. Do whatever the hell you want with it!" Matthias raised a brow. "Deal." Honestly, he had already planned to go for his mom’s belongings. But since Ashton handed him the chance on a silver platter, why not milk it? Ashton went silent for a second on the other end. Then it hit him. "You little punk—you were going anyway and just tricked me into giving you stuff!" Matthias laughed and ended the call. With that sorted, Ashton called Nancy.