Landon lowered himself carefully from the car, wincing as the movement pulled at his healing wounds. He dismissed his driver with a curt nod and stood for a moment, staring at his new townhouse.
He’d purchased it three months ago as a backup. No one knew about this place except his family and a select few he trusted with his life. Perfect for a man who was supposed to be dead.
Landon punched in the security code and stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in the empty foyer. The place was sparsely furnished—a leather couch, a glass coffee table, a king-sized bed upstairs.
“Home sweet home,” he muttered to the shadows.
He dropped his bag by the door and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of scotch from the cabinet. No glass. He wasn’t feeling civilized tonight.
As he took a l
