Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 162

Victor got up from his chair and headed into his kitchen to grab a glass of whiskey and then headed back through his living room and out the door to sit on the rocking chair in his front porch. He was still deep in his walk down memory lane.

He could remember how hard he had fought not to laughter when his seemingly obnoxious attacker had told him the gang he had been desperately trying to join, had only given him that test with the hopes that he'd get killed. Where had the wacko gotten such a ridiculous idea from? Victor had immediately told him he was saying nonsense and had dared him to release from his cuffs if he wasn't scared, but his attacker had only laughed at that and told Victor he had to be new to the area to actually accept a task of trying to kill him because every gang in the area knew better than to ever try to start a fight with him or his brother as their two man gang was the most dreaded. He must have sensed that Victor still thought he was saying nonsense because