Dorian POV
“Drive with my men,” I said to Damian as I slid into the driver’s seat of my car just as he was about to open the passenger door.
“What? I don’t want to!” Damian whined, dragging the last word out like a kid being forced to go to school.
I let out a long, heavy sigh. “Then next time, bring your own damn car,” I muttered, pressing the ignition button. The doors locked automatically before he could react.
“Wait—are you being serious right now?” His eyes widened.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed down on the pedal. The engine roared to life, and I shot out of the parking lot, leaving him standing there.
A second later, my phone started ringing. His name flashed across the screen, but I tossed it aside. My jaw tightened as I glanced at the rearview mirror.
The real reason I
