Max's Point of View:
I smiled over at Scarlet, who was sipping wine and talking with the guests. She looked perfectly happy and content with my proposal—which was everything I could ask for. A notification hit my phone, and I looked at the screen. It was from Martin.
I remembered the conversation we had when I went to my parent's house earlier.
~ Flashback ~
"Hello, brother," I said to Martin, who opened the door.
He looked at me, shocked for a moment, but then a smile occupied his face. "Well, this is a surprise, Max!"
"I need your help," I shrugged, "Of course, in an exchange for whatever you want in return."
He smiled.
"Come on in. Dad's out on some business, so the house is empty."
I had already checked my father's whereabouts. I had no intentions of meeting that son of a bitch, anyway.
Nodding, I entered the familiar place. I took a seat on the couch and Martin sat across from me.
