Logan
I checked my watch. Three o’clock. They still hadn’t arrived. Exhaling sharply, I ran a hand through my hair, frustration gnawing at me.
I was nervous.
The realization irritated me because I was never nervous. I was a proud man, and like most men, I wanted things to go my way. I had spent my whole life believing that the world was mine to mold, that I had control over everything in my grasp.
Since I was young, I had always wanted wealth. To me, wealth wasn’t just about having money, it was everything.
Wealth meant people bowing to you, bending to your every whim without question. It meant standing at the top, looking down at the world as if it were my personal chessboard.
And I craved it. I wanted to control everything around me. I wanted to control her.
It had been five years
