Hunter's POV

The gate's car type recognition system beeped, allowing the gate to open manually while I drove in. The drive to Hazel's place had lasted for about forty minutes; all thanks to how fast my car was. It would've probably taken an hour.

His house was situated at Henderson estate, south of Nevada. The area was indeed great, with houses that seemed like Five Star resorts with beautiful gardens, thatched hut, swimming pools, water fountains and the rest.

I drove into his ...