Drake's car slid into the drive of the large Mafia House that belonged to Lieself.
It was dark outside, and the skies looked ruthless as Drake stepped out of his vehicle.
He locked the door of the car and strode to the entrance.
He had left a boy with a broken leg there that morning.
Stepping on the patio to ring the bell, he nodded to himself.
They were quick. There was not a single hint of the scuffle from earlier.
He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for someone to get to the door.
There was quite a bit of shuffling that Drake could hear from the other side before the door clicked open.
The door swung open very slowly.
There was a strong silence and a sense of demure which is exactly what Drake Lieself had hoped to come home to.
He grinned before stepping into the House that acted as the Lieself Headquarters.
Now, to deal with his father.
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