Muffled screams

Arlo’s POV

I stormed out of the room, seething with humiliation. But more than that, I felt challenged.

“She’d rather take her chances with my men? Fine. Let’s see how many of them you can handle.”

I hopped into my buggy, my grip tightened around the wheel as I set out to my boy’s quarters at the far end of the mansion.

By the time I reached, I was practically steaming with anger.

As I jumped down, my men froze, eyes wide as they caught my enraged gaze. They knew not to mess around when I was like this.

“Bully! Tennyson! Myles! Dani!” I barked.

They stepped forward instantly, arms behind their backs like soldiers ready for war, heads held high, echoing a response in baritone unison, “Yes, Boss!”

“Follow me,” I commanded, not bothering to look back as I strode past Willis. I knew he was watching me, reading me as always.

Where I was reckless and impulsive, Willis was the voice of reason, the one who could see through my actions even before he was told. But I wasn’t in the mood for re