Can’t Win Me Back

Aware that this was an added challenge by Preston, Landon abandoned the fight and sprinted for the elevator a dozen feet away.

He frantically hammered the elevator button. A few seconds later, the door creaked open slowly.

To his dismay, inside the elevator stood five attackers, each wielding sharp blades.

Preston was relaxing in a pool lounger, smoking his favorite cigar brand. He played his favorite clubbing music from his phone, which was already out of style.

Every few minutes, he would look at his watch. Then he would smack his lips with satisfaction and continue to rest his eyes.

After 20 minutes, the elevator facing the entrance to the pool slid open with a ding.

Preston’s eyelids fluttered open a fraction before a jolt of awareness sent them springing wide.

He slowly made his way to the pool, as if he were the God of War, returning triumphantly after a

His white button-up

you little brat,” Preston muttered, taking a heavy puff of his cigar, a growing sense of respect for Landon evident

to

Cornelius had been a formidable figure, striking terror into the hearts of

entered the pool area. Multiple cuts adorned his body, and the wound on his arm was

of his love for Lauren

dearest nephew, you’ve done well.” Preston

Landon breathed heavily as the sweat dripping

Let’s have a heart-to-heart as uncle and nephew,” Preston said, turning off his music with a mysterious smile. “Especially since we’ll never have this chance

my father and

Preston replied, his