Henderson Legacy

Stormy POV

“I didn’t count on the door being locked,” Evander grumbled.

“What do you have in your pockets?” I asked.

He pulled out a pair of car keys, a wallet and bubble gum wrapping paper.

“Can I have your credit card?” I asked.

“Will I get it back?” he raised his brow.

I gave him a pressed ...

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