AXEL'S POV:
I stood at the entrance, arms folded, pacing from one end to the other. Vaughan was an hour late, and I wasn’t exactly known for my patience. Devon watched from one corner, his stance rigid, while Baron hovered near the gates with his squad. Ryan was nowhere in sight, likely cleaning up from our earlier… discussion.
Then, headlights flared in the distance, cutting through the darkness like a blade. A black SUV rolled up the long driveway, as if taunting me with every inch it covered. When it finally stopped, Vaughan stepped out.
Alone.
I raised a brow. Either he was stupid, or he was making a statement. No security. No backup. Just him.
And what the hell was he wearing?
Track pants. Sneakers. A plain T-shirt like he was on his way to the gym instead of dining wi
