18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 377

Brandon wolfed down two bowls of spaghetti, the carbs filling him up enough to regain a semblance of dignity. Gone was the ravenous beast; in its place, a gentleman with poise. But the fire in his voice remained, "Sis, I caught a car thief."

Stella almost choked on her pasta, coughing violently. "Cough... cough cough..." she sputtered, barely managing to swallow.

Ungrateful punk, she thought. She'd even given him back half the meds, yet he was still hung up on the car. Nine years, and he still wouldn't let it go!

She was so close to smashing her bowl over his head. If not for the three souped-up Mustangs, she wouldn't have even considered giving back those meds.

But she forced a smile, masking her irritation. "Really? Who was it?"

"He got away," Brandon muttered between bites, "but if I get my hands on those jerks, I'll drink their blood and feast on their flesh. I'll chop off their heads and use them as soccer balls!"

Stella had enough, her tone turning icy. "Cars like that aren't unique, and who's to say it was yours?"

"I'd recognize that car even if it were ashes," Brandon shot back, burning with indignation. "Sure, there are more worldwide, but only one in the country!"

Stella wanted to slap him. "And how do you know it's the only one in the country?"

"My cousin handled the paperwork, it was the first one here."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Your cousin's a nutcase, taking meds daily. You believe everything he says?"

steadfast. "He might be sick, but

in. "Maybe it was smuggled in, or the paperwork wasn't processed yet. Predators are armored vehicles; the military might have them, and their records are top secret, beyond your cousin's reach." Brandon paused, considering the logic but still felt the car was his. "Sis, you wouldn't get it. That car

knife. "Oh, you're so capable. How come you're in such a sorry

run dry. If not for old times'

words were too harsh. Brandon's sorrow welled up, and he couldn't finish his spaghetti. "Yeah, I'm a waste

second-generation rich kid, living off his

"Even if you got

bled. Indeed,

you're strong enough,

Brandon knew his limits. He had arrived

asked,

the military exams, and a regular job was out of the question. Scavenging

risk their lives for scrap metal. He'd played dead during a team fight, or

used to buy jets and yachts without blinking, and now

ha ha ha..." The absurdity made him laugh, but soon tears

tycoon's son, he wasn't immune to harsh realities. Without his father's protection, he'd

kept him going. He lived for

asked, "Stella,

car was in her Arcadia.

this was the last time. If he ever brought up the

and manual labor isn't your thing. Let Jasper show you a few tricks to pass