Jayden's POV
Time to strike... HARD!
Reading my Rolls-Royce Phantom to life, I drive home to finish a pending business. It takes me roughly an hour to get to my estate, and I pull over on an empty space, not necessarily parking in the lot as usual, before stepping down.
I have so much to do, and one of them includes feeding my fists with a betrayer's blood.
"Welcome, Mr. Jayden." My driver comes to get my platinum suitcase.
I shake my head, telling him off silently because I have a need for it. Instead, I point at the car I just drove in, demanding that he park it properly in the garage.
The living room is as soothing as a home should be, the fresh scent of citrus filling my lungs. Lucas is at the extreme when he sees me. He walks over, his rifle still strapped across his shoulde
