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.

Landon stepped over the bodies beneath him with heavy but determined footsteps. He slowly made his way to the pool, as if he were the God of War, returning triumphantly after a bloody

blood. His white button-up shirt was

Preston muttered, taking a heavy puff of his cigar, a

Landon to emerge from the elevator

had been a formidable figure, striking terror into the hearts of many. And

appearing pale and feeling cold, Landon’s glare at Preston was intense as the former entered the pool area. Multiple cuts adorned his body, and the wound on his arm

the elevator. Only because of his love for Lauren and concern for Angelina was he able to stand up to

nephew, you’ve done well.” Preston gave

as the sweat dripping down his face

Preston said, turning off his music with a mysterious smile. “Especially since we’ll

kill my father

course,” Preston replied, his