They arrived at a luxurious private bar, the kind of place that screamed money from the moment you saw the door. Even from the outside, Yohan could tell it was expensive.
Back in high school, Freddie used to drag him to places like this—spots where they blew through more cash in a night than Yohan's parents made in a month.
And even though Freddie covered most of the bills, Yohan was always painfully aware of every dollar spent, constantly on edge because he had nothing of his own. One wrong move back then and he could've landed himself in trouble he had no way out of.
But now? He didn't feel even a flicker of that old anxiety.
He followed the three of them inside, walking with a steady confidence that made him look like he belonged there more than any of them.
"Why'd you invite that fucker?" Jasper muttered under his breath to Freddie.
