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.

were smeared with blood. His white button-up shirt

taking a heavy puff of his cigar, a growing sense of

hadn't expected Landon to emerge from the elevator

figure, striking terror into the hearts of many. And now, Landon displayed traces of that same

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

for Lauren and concern

done well." Preston gave

breathed heavily as the sweat

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 never have

my

course," Preston replied, his smile

"Why—"

the way of what I

hard to build it, and Harper Group earned the prestigious title of being one of the Big Four thanks to my father's tireless efforts. Our achievements today have nothing to do