70

JAXON

I tapped my cigarette on my ashtray, driving into the compound. I pulled over in the garage, got out of the car, picked up the paper bag beside me, alongside my phone, and then I let myself out of the car, shutting the door. My eyes surveyed the compound that was crawling with guards. I peeled my gaze off them, heading into the house. The door was held out by the guard at the post, who threw me a curt bow. I didn't spare so much as a glance in his direction before walking past him like a breeze.

I knew the living room would be void of workers by now, including the kitchen, and in a way, it made me less irritated. I ambled into the kitchen and fixed myself a steaming cup of black coffee, sauntering out of the kitchen. I made my way upstairs and stopped short at the lobby, weighing my options in my head. I looked down at my blood-stained shirt and hands, subtly shaking my head at the thought of going to meet Peach like this. I knew she would be asleep by now but it still felt so d