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Prologue

~London~

“It’s about fucking time,” my brother, Kyle, snarls from his seat next to s coursing through his veins Although he always had a s just make it worse

“Your sister has been in the hospital and your parents’ property had to go through probate,” Finn Cavanaugh, my parents’ attorney, replies from across the desk He’s a tall man, broad-shouldered in his fancy suit, and his dark hair is short, styled impeccably around his masculine face

He’s er than I expected

“Like I give a shit,” Kyle replies, and sendsbaby”

“Or, you know, I jumped out of a second-story hilein four places” I shrug and then shakefor the incessant pounding there to ease “I lost everything”

“Draers over his mouth

“I can’t work,” I remind him

“You’re rich”

Sa, which means I can’t work”

“Poor baby,” he says, and then lets out aold for Broadway anyway They were about to can your ass I hope you saved so you”

More bullets toThirty-two is old for show business

But damn it, I love it And I wanted to leave under my own terms Not because my parents were killed and I was hurt in the process

“Let’s get to this, shall we?” Finn asks, and slides a bottle of water my way

“Yeah, let’s do it How et?” Kyle asks, and waits, his eyes pinned on Finn His foot is bouncing,that thump thump thump noise with each motion, and I want to beat him over the head with my crutch

“I can read this in its entirety, or—”

“Just get to the fucking chase What do I get?”

Finn sighs and glances to me, shuts the folder in front of him, and folds his hands on his desk