Chapter 3. Four Hotties

Jace's POV

As he'd said, before the time to open the bar, Harold was already outside the bar. He came dressed in a blue, elegant tuxedo. He went in a Bentley, and I stared at it long before he spoke the first words.

“Jace. I see you're doing well this morning,” he said.

I nodded. I had not gotten around to texting my boss about my sudden decision to leave the bar and go to a place with the promise of better pay and a place to lay my head every night.

But now, I didn't think there was time to do that anymore.

“Good morning, Mr. Harold,” I said.

He nodded. He had a smirk on his face.

“The bar is going to be open soon. I wouldn't want my boss to find me just standing here. If you don't mind, sir, I'll just open up and wait for the next hour until he shows up, then I can leave with too.”

By the time I was done talking, he was frowning. He shook his head in disapproval and then took hold of my hand.