Peterson's POV.
I turned around as I looked around the place as there was no sign of me being anywhere close to the city.
"f**k!!" I cursed as I turned to the Maybach cars which were neatly parked, neatly washed as well.
"Aren't you coming in?" He opened the door again as he looked at me.
"I… I am." I forced out a smile as I climbed up the stairs as I made my way in.
I walked inside the house as I was amazed at how simple and luxurious the inside was with a huge frame hung up on the wall.
I stared at it as I squinted my eyes.
"That is Nikolaos!!" He muttered as he came out from the kitchen with cups of coffee.
"Nikolaos, but written in Greek." He shrugged, placing so much emphasis on the Greek.
"Greek?" I shrugged.
"Yeah, we originated from Greece. We were all born there before
