THIRD PERSON'S POV "Father!" Jamal was shouting as soon as he got inside the house. He took his coat and hung it on the rack, heading to the living room. It was empty. "Father!" Jamal yelled again, running up the stairs. He bumped into a servant who quickly apologized. But he barely heard her. "Where's my father?" "Master Jamal," She bowed. "The master isn't home yet.". "What?" Jamal was slightly surprised. "Where did he go?" "Forgive me, Master Jamal. But I don't —" "Son." Luther cut her off, joining them in the hallway. "Get out." He ordered in a hoarse voice and the servant bowed again and ran off. "Father. Where did you go?" Jamal asked, taking notice of his weird outfit. It wasn't exactly weird, it was just different. Classy. A bad-boy all-black outfit trend. His father never really wore classy attires. He had always been more of a traditional man. And he sure as hell has never drenched himself in this much cologne. Did he empty a whole bottle on himself? "Out,

THIRD PERSON'S POV "Jamal, bro. Hey, that's enough!" Zach was struggling with taking away the drinks and keeping him seated on the couch. "What?!!!" Jamal slurred and took another chug from the bottle of martini in his hand. He was already way too drunk but he wouldn't stop drinking. "Give me that." Zach snatched the bottle away and placed it on the table. He signaled to the stripper standing at the corner to take away the drinks. "Should I get another bottle?" She asked with a sultry smile. Zach flashed her a scowl. "Have you lost your goddamn mind? Who do you plan on getting it for? Me or him?" "I'm sorry. I thought —" "You thought wrong. Take the drinks and leave. Stay gone. I'll ask for you if I need you." Zach dismissed her. She left, carrying the drinks with her. It was a private lounge and it was just him and Jamal up here. He'd gotten a call from Jamal, requesting that they hang out. It was going to be their last hang-out before they leave for the competition

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV "What the fuck is that bastard doing here?" Arlo asked from behind me, just seconds after I noticed Jamal's ride. "I don't know." I shrugged, not sparing him a glance. I had all my focus on Jamal's ride, and when I noticed he was staring at me, I couldn't help but stare back. "You seem excited to see him. Might as well go over and say hi to him. Give him a little kiss or something. I don't mind." Arlo ended his taunt with a tsk. He was an annoying jerk and an outright jackass. Ever since our talk in the garden yesterday, he's been this way with me. There was no talking to him. There was no reasoning with him. And there sure as hell was no fixing things between us. "Stop it, Arlo." I said, refusing to be irritated by his words. Staring at Jamal might be a reckless thing to do at the moment, but I couldn't help it. I knew they were going to the competition. Once upon a time, I would tag along, Zoey too. Just for the hell of it. Good ol' days. But now,

THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther walked through the hallways with his men trolling behind him. He had a fierce look in his eyes and his nerves were twitching with every long stride he took. His black coat danced in the air as a cold breeze wafted through the windows of the hideout. He took the last stairs that led to the room where he was headed. The door was opened and he walked in, slowing his strides. His men walked in with him, lingering at the door. Luther squinted his eyes at the manhandled figure lying helplessly in the middle of the room. Going closer to him was the only way he could truly confirm the figure's identity. It was the only way he could tell that the figure was the Pack's doctor. He was brutally scathed and was barely breathing. Luther figured the man might have tried to put up a fight when he was being captured. Maybe, that was why his men dealt brutally with him, rendering him almost unrecognizable. The white suit he was wearing had taken a full dark maroon s

THIRD PERSON'S POV "No." Zoey finally breathed out, still squirming in her seat. His shadow was dominating her and his physique was hovering atop her, keeping her pinned on her seat. He wasn't going to give her a bit of space. No matter how suffocated she felt. "No?" Luther repeated with a growl. "No." Zoey shoved her fists on his chest, trying to push away again. But he wouldn't bulge. She broke into a reckless whimper. "This is sick. You're being crazy–" "Yeah, you could say that. I am crazy. I've been fucking crazy over you for a long time. And dear God, I did try to lock it up and not act on it, but that was hard." He gulped intensely, eyes flickering with a ravenous desire. There was no way he would hide it anymore. She had to see it. She had to know how much torture he had gone through because of her. She had to accept the fact that she makes his heart flutter and gives him incredible hard-ons. She had to take responsibility for that too. "You can't – we can't be