Maxten's POV
Once we got home, I locked myself in my office. I felt like such an asshole with the way I treated Lyla earlier. She just came in at the wrong moment and refused to leave. I don't know what I was thinking when I f****d her like that, but damn did it feel f*****g amazing. The way she took me and my anger and how she seemed to love it as well, but even that doesn't excuse it. She deserves so much better.
I had no real work to do, and so I started reviewing footage of everything we had from the docks and the party. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but it was keeping my mind off my brother being here and also gave me an excuse to ignore him.
Pouring through the videos and pictures, I couldn't find a damn thing that we already knew, and my eyes were getting blurry and
