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.

blood. His white button-up shirt was stained a vivid

heavy puff of

Landon to emerge

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

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

Lauren and concern for Angelina was he

you've done well." Preston

Landon breathed heavily as the sweat dripping down his face washed away the

Preston said, turning off

my

course," Preston replied, his

"Why—"

in the way of

sharp, his gaze piercing. "Harper Group was never yours. My grandfather worked hard to build it, and Harper Group earned the prestigious title of being one of