Page 31 of Maddening Fixation

Keegan stepped from the driver’s seat first.

He adjusted his jacket with practiced precision before walking around the Bentley.

Opening my door.

Standing perfectly straight.

His head dipped respectfully.

“We’re here, Boss.”

I stepped out.

Slowly and deliberately.

Then I rose to my full height.

Silence rolled across the courtyard. Even the wind seemed to pause.

The guards stared.

Several servants gasped openly.

One elderly groundskeeper crossed himself.

Recognition spread from face to face like wildfire.

Impossible...

That expression was written across nearly every one of them.

Romeo Flynn.

The unwanted son.

The bastard they’d watched leave this estate in handcuffs ten years ago.

The frightened nineteen-year-old with trembling hands and broken words.

Gone.

The man standing before them barely resembled that boy.

Prison had carved muscle across every inch of my body.

The damaged green eye made my stare seem almost inhuman.

Power rolled off me in quiet waves.

I watched fear settle across their faces.

Slowly...

I lifted my eyes toward Flynn Manor.

The mansion stood exactly as I remembered.

Massive stone columns. Towering windows. Perfectly trimmed gardens. Luxury and history built upon generations of blood.