Sza Travis Scott Novels & Stories

Dark hair, features similar to Zane's – this had to be Luca. "Maya Davis," a smooth voice interrupted her observations. "I don't believe we've met. Donovan Scott." Maya's blood chilled, but she kept her expression neutral as she turned to face him. Tall, distinguished, with cold eyes that seemed to strip away her defenses. "Mr. Scott," she nodded, fighting to keep her voice steady as she remembered what Alex had told her about Elara. "Brave of you to show up tonight," he said, swirling his whiskey. "After yesterday's... entertainment."

The door of the room creaked open, and in stepped Travis Scott, followed by a bunch of men. A small light bulb was dangling in the middle of the room, the only source of light present there. Donning a dominating posture, he raked his cool eyes across the four walls and finally stopped at the man who was tied like a prisoner. Beaten black and blue, Ethan was breathing slowly while wincing occasionally as Travis's men had broken his ribs. "I see my boys have been serving you well, little bro," Travis stated while smirking like a sadist. Hearing his voice, Ethan turned rigid and shot his head up. Bitterness swarmed in his eyes.