Odessa POV

The rumours said no one knew Maverick’s official address, not even his close friends. He spent time at the Pack House, but he didn’t live there.

“You have a really nice house,” I said.

I held the heels to my chest as I entered the house. He didn’t have paintings or pictures hanging on the wall. However, it was clean with state-of-the-art furniture, a massive big screen TV over a fireplace behind a glass screen.

“Thanks,” Mav mumbled.

Mav tossed his car keys on the ...