Doran's POV

I scoffed. I had spent more nights than necessary in this lousy place.

I turned the corner and some maids scurried past me with their heads held low.

I shook my head. I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of here. André, I am coming for you.

My knuckles cracked as I clenched them, hate and rage bubbling in my mind.

The men were supposed to move out today. André wouldn't know what hit him and soon, Olivia would be mine and my brothers wouldn't dare to look at me with such ...