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Prologue

Hagen

Las Vegas, Nevada

Four Months ago

When I agreed to be as, but here we are I hate Vegas I hate parties I really dislike strippers And I plainly, outright hate people and being around the at home with my computers more than I am around people

As a child I had social anxiety disorder It resulted inalone a lot When I becaet cope with my ‘handicap’ Anyone who is close towith s most of all Who knows? I may actually really, really hate people and cannot absolutely deal with their fuckery

Yet, here I a in a bar that is next door to a strip club Fuck no, trying to get the bartender’s attention without being an asshole like the other patrons is not so I will lower myself to

“Hey, sweet cheeks, can I get a beer?” One drunk fuck asks the bartender

When she turns around, I growl An instant feeling of possessiveness washes over me when she does Her eyes pop up to rowl over the ets louder

“Hey bitch, I’ a twenty down on the counter I automatically see red and stor Her tiny cut-off shorts and belly shirt leave nothing to the i that outfit Her shoes are black Converse, which are the same as I currently have on

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to her like that?” I ask, barely restraining myself

“She’s a du back towards the bar

Fuck that noise I lift the man over my shoulder and march him to the door The bouncer steps aside and I toss hio back to the bar there is soirl is okay The girl whose name I don’t know, but soon will if I have et my way

“You are drinking free tonight, big boy,” one of the other waitresses throws out to ht about one thing I a broad shoulders With my size I could’ve been a defensive lineman in the NFL, but I passed Instead, I used the football scholarship to Purdue to gain access to their computer sciences