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

icy, handsome features were smeared with blood. His white

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

to emerge

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

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

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

well.” Preston gave him a

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

here, what’s the rush? Let’s have a heart-to-heart as uncle and nephew,” Preston said, turning

kill my father

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