Meanwhile, Ezra's night…
The heavy bass of the music rattled through Ezra's chest the moment he stepped into the sprawling hall.
It was disgusting.
Women with barely anything on grinded against each other for the highest bidder, while men threw crumpled bills like confetti. On tables lined against the walls, little white powder trails were carelessly displayed under neon lights, and pills in every color spilled from silver trays like candy.
Ezra's jaw tightened as he watched the scene unfold. This was his father now. A man who once taught him discipline and dignity now basked in filth and cheap pleasure.
And there he was Harvard Knight… standing in the center of it all like a king atop a mountain of decay, laughing as he popped open another champagne bottle. The foam sprayed over two women hanging off his arms, their cackling laughter making Ezra's stomach churn.
He loathed it.
He loathed him.
