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Meanwhile, Allvar’s car cruised through the quiet, dimly lit streets, his thoughts still racing. He flexed his fingers around the steering wheel, his knuckles stinging from the blows. Adrenaline still hummed in his veins. It felt good to be back in action, to remind himself that he hadn’t lost his edge. But Derek’s audacity gnawed at him.

Derek Hawthorne… Allvar’s fists clenched involuntarily. He’d known the guy would try to escalate things eventually, but to send thugs? That was low, even for him. Derek clearly didn’t understand who he was messing with. And now, Allvar hated him even more.

“Gonna regret it, Hawthorne,” Allvar muttered under his breath.

As he turned onto the street leading to his family’s estate, Allvar sighed. He really didn’t want to run into anyone tonight. Especially not Mr. Lorentz.

'Please Mr. Lorentz don't be there!'

That man had eyes everywhere, and the last thing Allvar needed was a lecture—or worse, his father getting involved.

He didn't want to have to
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