Chapter 72

This was Cayden's own damn house. What the hell was he scared of while having sex with his wife? I grabbed the machete wrapped in newspaper and stepped forward. Snatching a blanket off the couch, I threw it over the big woman. She froze, wide-eyed, clearly confused about what had just happened. Cayden clocked me instantly. "You're Luca Hall." "Mr. Lloyd, long time no see." I glared at him, my expression turning cold and vicious for a moment. His pupils constricted. "Luca, why are you in my house? Your father's death had nothing to do with me. What do you want from me?" "Obviously, I've got business with you." I stepped forward and delivered a hard kick. I couldn't even tell exactly where it landed, but he yelped, clutching himself and collapsing into a heap of shock and pain. Carl shot me a look, clearly thinking, "Damn, your kick was even harsher than mine." Up to that point, everything had gone surprisingly smoothly. No one even tried to fight back. Carl pulled out the rope