A deal

Chapter 55

Stefan's POV

That fucking bastard.

I was shaking with fury, my hands clenched into fists as I stood outside this tacky, godforsaken mansion. It was a sore sight to the eyes and the one I had built was every inch more luxurious. For a second I contemplated going back in there and teaching that son of a bitch a lesson. How dare he? He didn't know who the hell he was dealing with. I was Stefan fucking Tokenmoon, and no one in their right mind had ever dared cross me. Who the fuck did he think he was? Manhandling me like I was a nobody? And setting those foolish guards on me like a dog. I would not let him go scot-free. Never.

I shut my eyes in anger as I stood, still thinking. I couldn't believe that everything I had done, all the things I had said to Larissa to gain her forgiveness had gone to utter waste! I already hated that I had to stoop as low as begging for her forgiveness. That alone was infuriating enough, and if it wasn't for the sake of my health, I would never be