CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN – FAMILY INTERFERENCE

Desperate to confirm his fears, Lance grabbed his phone off the counter and hit his uncle's number, his jaw tightening grimly when it went directly to voicemail. "Listen here you lecherous piece of garbage, if you think you're going to ruin the biggest day of my life with another one of your pathetic stunts, you've got another thing coming," Lance snarled, pacing furiously as Ryder and Caleb looked on with bemused confusion. "I want my tuxedo back immediately, or so help me God I will make your life a living hell from here on out. Return it in pristine condition by noon today, or I'll have the cops at your door faster than you can down another bottle of bottom-shelf swill. Do you understand me?" Punctuating his tirade by jabbing the end call button viciously, Lance took a moment to catch his breath, his heart thundering with rage and panic. He loved his uncle, truly - the man had been a jovial staple of humor and charisma at every family gathering throughout Lance's childhood, al