Tyler acted as if they weren’t even there and she was grateful for that. It seemed like no matter how hard her and Kylie tried, they just couldn’t get away from their past. It wasn’t like they were running. They’d faced the shit in their lives enough, Gracie herself had never been one to run, she was starting to think though that people who ignored their problems and ran from them had it easier then someone like her who faced her problems head on.
"You're right. We should go." she breathed and Grace sighed as Ky slipped back into the car and she followed after her friend slipping into the passenger seat. After a moment they were finally on the road. "I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to be tempted to spend it," She glanced over at her friend as she smirked before glancing to the wallet her friend had just thrown her, packed with a shit load of money. "But I stole a shit ton of money from mommy-dearest so we could get ourselves a nice-ass hotel while we're here. Where would you like to stay, love?" Grace raised a brow.
“Shit babe, your loaded.” She smirked. “I’d give anything to be there when your mom finds out how much you took.” She laughed. “This is the kind of money that will buy us a good night at the Monte Carlo.” She smirked wickedly.
The drive to the tower hotel was short and it didn’t take long for them to check in. The lady at the front desk was more than happy to take their money. They opened the door to their suite it was absolutely incredible and completely girly like it had be designed specifically for the two of the,
“Holy shit.” Gracie breath her and Kylie’s family were among the wealthiest in Apple Creek, but she’d never stayed somewhere, where the throw pillows on the couch looked like they cost more than her entire house alone. “We better make this the best fucking night of our lives, for how much we just spent on this room.” Gracie smirked. The drugs had worn off some and she felt a little better then she had earlier. In fact if she was being honest she felt good enough to go back to kissing Matt.
“Fuck you Tyler.” Marshall pushed him away. “Were better than this life to.” He glared at his brother shoving him away. “You not dad, so stop trying to be him.” Marshall spat before slipping up stairs for the night and Tyler had to admit his brother’s words hurt like hell and as badly as he wanted to get shit faced and forget what had just happened with his ex-girlfriend, he had to be sober when the boss showed up.
The party drug on forever it seemed like. He’d snorted a few lines of coke, but not enough to fuck him up and he was grateful that whatever Matt was doing with Bunny was keeping her away from him. He wasn’t sure what it was with her. He knew he didn’t love her, but he always seemed to keep her around and he was unusually better to her then he was to other girls and he wasn’t entirely sure why.
Soon enough, a few guys came in and told him that Bryan was there and ready to talk. He headed out into the garage and sure enough Bryan and Chelsea were out there, sitting on the couch casually. Tyler lit himself a cigarette as he made his way over to Bryan shaking his hand, before sitting on the couch across from him, while Bryan ordered one of his girls to get them a beer. Ty had set up a mini living room in his garage and if the boss was there, no one was allowed out there.
“How you been kid?” Bryan said, blowing out the awful smelling smoke from his cigar. “Your kill rate is incredible, I’m loving your body count.” He smirked and Tyler matched his smirk.
“You act like you haven’t seen me in years.” Tyler shrugged, leaning back making himself comfortable as he took the beer from the girl and popped it open taking a swig. “I know you didn’t come here to make small talk. What do you got for me?” he said casually.