Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

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 watched as 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 battle.

icy, handsome features were smeared with blood. His white button-up shirt was stained

a heavy puff of his

Landon to

days, Cornelius had been a formidable figure, striking terror into the hearts of many. And now, Landon

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 was

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

nephew, you've done well." Preston gave

where are they?" Landon breathed heavily as the sweat dripping down his

nephew," Preston said, turning off his music with a mysterious smile. "Especially since we'll never have this chance

my father

course," Preston replied, his smile

"Why—"

they stood in the

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