Chapter121

#Chapter121

I turned into the parking lot of the bar just outside of town. Slowing down as my tires ran over the heavy gravel that made up the lot right before I came to a complete stop.

Zeiden, who I told many times I did not need his help, opened up the passenger door right before he stepped out.

/"White Diamond./" I heard Zeiden speak; his stare drawn to the flashing ran down sign of the pub. /"You smell that?/"

Zeiden questioned; his attention solely on the second uninvited party. Aaron.

/"What?/" He looked confused.

/"Liquor, bad food and bad decisions./" He inhaled the musky scent that came from the establishment.

We all knew the track record of the White Diamond pub. It was no luxurious place of course.