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.

over the bodies beneath him with heavy but determined footsteps. He slowly made his

His white button-up

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

expected Landon to emerge from

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

at Preston was intense as the former entered the pool

for Lauren and concern for Angelina was he able to stand up to

done well.”

Angelina, where are they?” Landon breathed heavily as the sweat dripping down his

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

my father and

replied, his