I am seating in front of Alfred as we have dinner when the front door barged open.
Uncle Wyatt tore in breathing like a dog, Beck and the men were right behind me trying their best to stop him, but I asked them to leave him alone.
Truth is, I expected him to be here to confront me sooner.
He threw a man to the floor, who was bleeding from his head as he fell to his knees.
I could already tell he was the man Nicole has hired to monitor him.
Useless.
Uncle Wyatt’s breathing could be heard all over the room.
“You f*****g b***h, do you know what you have done” he cursed out.
Of course he would be mad when I had killed off a man who he thought would be his most trusted ally. If the Gretes family had rallied to his side, then he would have a chance against me.
What he doesn’t know is
