Back Badly Behaved
Chapters (45)
  1. Copyright
  2. Playlist
  3. Dedication
  4. Synopsis
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Epilogue
  41. Note From the Author
  42. More From The Author
  43. Ways to Stay Connected
  44. Acknowledegments
  45. About the Author

Her vision was to provide people with comfort and care and allow them to have a good time and get home safely, for their safety and the safety of others.

So, once she knew what she wanted to do with her future, we finally cashed the check for what the insurance paid out for the house that ‘accidentally’ caught fire and created what she imagined.

It’s been open for three months and has blown our fucking minds.

We have three more under construction as we speak, including one set to open in our hometown one week from now.

It will be the first time we set foot back in that city since the day after graduation when we packed up all our shit and left.

We’re near San Francisco now, twenty minutes from the main city and on flat land in the closest thing to country the area has to offer.

We have three homes on our property, one for us, one for the boys, and one for Sienna—only after she insisted, we would have gladly had her in ours forever, but she wanted her own space. Our house is still where everyone gathers, where we eat most nights and four out of seven, the place we all fall asleep.

“No, Ransom.” Sienna brings her blue eyes back to mine. “You did it.”

“Technically...” Beretta pokes his head between ours. “I did it since, you know, I restored the building,” he teases.

Arsen is at our side moments later, and both share the same calm expression.

If someone would have told me five years ago that we, let alone I, would be where we are now, we would have laughed or thrown a punch assuming they were mocking us. We were never supposed to make it.

We were three punk kids with little to no direction.

Now we’re three grown men with some college courses under our belts. Arsen and I didn’t make it past the first year, but we did apply for a business license after, and with Jameson’s help, we passed the tests needed. B and Sienna have certificates from trade school, Beretta in carpentry and Sienna in design.

Jameson took a year off and with the help of an accountant, she and Monti invested most of their dad’s money, keeping only the direct checks made out to each of them. She used hers to buy the land we call home and then did what she never thought he had the opportunity to but was groomed her whole life for.

She enrolled at Berkeley, entered as a sophomore thanks to all the whiz kid classes she took in high school. She graduated last year with a degree in finance.

Between the five of us, we’ve got this whole business shit on point.

We’re rolling into life now.

We made it.

For the first time in my life, I’m enough.

I’m more than enough.