31. The Helicopter Guest

Chapter Thirty One

Aaron’s POV

Perched in my grand chair on the rooftop garden, I indulge in the decadence of a cigar, its smoke intertwining with the night air. The city below, a mesmerising tapestry of lights, serves as a backdrop to my calculated actions.

My fingers glide over the sleek bow, arrows catching the moonlight menacingly. The prisoners below quiver, their fear palpable. I speak, my voice commanding obedience, as the sharp arrows find their marks with lethal precision. Each release is a declaration of my unyielding dominance.

Emotion hangs heavy in the air—a potent mix of fear and adrenaline. The rooftop transforms into a stage for the unfolding drama, a dark ballet of cruelty. I revel in the power, a wicked grin playing on my lips, yet beneath the facade, a subtle vulnerability lingers.

Suddenly, the head maid, the mistress of the house, emerges from the shadows. Her presence demands respect, and with a bow, she interrupts my sinister amusement. "Alpha," she begins, he