Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

92

92

Allvar’s knuckles still tingled from the blows as he climbed into his car, leaning back against the seat with a deep exhale. The small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was almost involuntary. Derek Hawthorne. Of course, it was him. It wasn’t surprising that Derek had tried something like this, especially after that viral post, and Derek’s hatred had only grown worse since then.

“Poor Derek,” Allvar muttered to himself, shaking his head as he started the car.

He couldn’t wait to get home, away from the chaos of the alley and back to the quiet of his room. He prayed he wouldn’t run into Mr. Lorentz, the ever-watchful butler, or worse, his father. If either of them caught wind of what had happened tonight, they’d interrogate him until there was nothing left to hide.

“Nope,” Allvar whispered, tightening his grip on the wheel. “This is between me and Derek.”

The engine roared to life, and he pulled out of the alley, leaving behind the groaning thugs who’d dared to challenge him.