Kian
This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. What even was this?
I was still suffering from the hangover that came with my reckless drinking last night. I still hadn’t moved on from the embarrassment I caused at my parents' wedding anniversary only to come outside to a crashed Mustang towed into my villa—right outside my door.
A groan slipped from my mouth, my hand ripping through my hair as I read the message over and over. The one my uncle sent me. “You have paid with your blood. Time to pay with your money,”
My jaw tightened so hard that it ached, and I had to take deep breaths to calm the anger surging through me. I had only cracked my fist on his car’s window and even that happened months back. So, why would he send me a completely damaged car?
I only broke his car’s window
