Chapter 15

Bryan's POV

I stormed out of the country club, my face burning with anger.

I couldn't believe that my grandfather had blocked my card, leaving me humiliated in front of my friends.

How dare he do this to me? Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know that I'm the only legacy he has left?

I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching as I marched down the lighted city streets to go flag a cab down.

I was done playing nice. If my grandfather wanted a war, he was going to get one.

I didn't care if it meant burning everything he own to the ground.

As I strode through the streets, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge.

"Good day sir," the cab driver greeted. "Where are we going?"

Still enraged, I angrily told the driver my destination as I entered the cab.

I stewed in the backseat of the private cab, my anger still simmering like a pot on the verge of boiling over.

My phone buzzed for the fifth time, the persistent ringing only serving to heighten my irritation. With a growl, I snatched it up