POV: Maximus
“Fuck.”
I was furious. The kind of anger that burned slow and deep, the kind that didn’t die even after a whole night of expensive whiskey and broken glasses everywhere.
I stood in the middle of my mansion’s living room, staring out the glass wall that overlooked the city. The sun was too bright for my mood, shining in its full glory. It was mocking me. It f*****g had the audacity to mock me.
Last night had been a disaster.
The Wolfe’s event was supposed to be my chance to show everyone that Maximus Thane was still the man to fear — the man no one crossed. Instead, I’d been forced to attend with Regina Reed hanging off my arm like some cheap accessory.
The woman had no class. Didn’t anyone ever teach her that wearing a skin tight red dress with a ponytail pulled so tigh
