C9 Storm brewing

ADRIAN

I knew it would be a bad day, the second I walked into the living room and saw my uncle sitting on the couch, legs crossed, swirling a glass of whiskey as if he owned the place. I rolled my eyes, heading for a bottle of whiskey before leaving for work.

"Adrian." His voice was smooth, too smooth. "You're just in time."

I exhaled slowly, forcing my expression to remain neutral