KYLE
I'd just touched down in Downey when I received Mandy's call. As domineering as ever, she requested I came home immediately. Left with no choice, I could only swallow my anger and drive home.
I arrived at home and the car parked in the driveway made my jaw tighten. A black Rolls-Royce. Not just any Rolls—one with a plate that always made my skin go cold when I saw it.
BLA35 F4NG.
It was the same car the man Mandy usually met with drove whenever he came. I walked in with a heavy heart and just as I guessed, the young man was seated with Mandy in the sitting room.
"What took you so long?" Mandy frowned at me.
I didn't bother replying as I walked in and slumped on the couch, paying no regards to the man seated by the side. He was about my age, maybe a little older, handsome in a
