Present
Brandon
I stood in my living room and watched the small screen telling me that the elevator passed the third floor.
And all I could think about was the fact that I didn’t even f*****g know what it feels like to make love to her.
I didn’t get a chance to apologise to her. f**k. I didn’t get a chance to take her back home, to meet my family. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to show her every f*****g scar and nightmare of mine.
The elevator dinged open and the motherfucker walked out of it as if he owned the place. Three other men came out with him, holding rifles in their hand with pistols tucked in their pants. The fucker had come prepared. But I refused to cower in front of him.
Gregory grinned as he came forward. “So, the King, now cornered in his own home.”
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