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.

heavy but determined footsteps. He slowly made his way to the pool, as if he were the God of War,

were smeared with blood. His white button-up shirt

puff of his cigar, a

to emerge

a formidable figure, striking terror into the hearts

glare at Preston was intense as the former entered the pool area.

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

well.” Preston gave

where are they?” Landon breathed heavily as

you’re here, what’s the rush? 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

kill my father and

Preston replied, his