Well, okay. I retrieved the proof of ownership from the glove box.Inside my neat little apartment, I cried. Pictures, everything, covered with foul, s...inky mud. The furniture had floated, now was chaos. I went into the kitchen with a goal in mind. I ‘inherited’ one of Grandma’s cast iron pots. I’ll keep that. Actually, a few things in the kitchen survived and would benefit from a good washing.A trip through the closet and my dresser, both of which were sodden messes, I gathered jeans. I like. The old man stood and moved around the large desk, “your name son of Demon?”I did not lift my head as I relaxed, “I am called Lyon’s Pride my lord.”I felt the guard shift and held still as the emperor put his old hand on my head, “I accept your soul as my own until I fade. Long may you guard and protect the clan.”He lifted his hand and I came to my feet, “thank you my lord.”He smiled before turning, “it is my honor to lad. Once your grandfather...”I spun at the sound of weapons and glanced. He knew that his son was staying in the Family bedroom, and he knew exactly where that was, because he knew how the car was oriented before he even boarded it.As John turned in the corridor to walk to his son’s room, he was momentarily halted in his tracks by the sight of Lance standing there, his sharp switchblade knife gleaming even in the dim light of the car. John recognized immediately what it was, and he couldn’t come up with a scenario where this was a good thing. He didn’t wait to ask. But a few hours earlier their apartment had been alive with sounds and noise, what with the constant squeaking and creaking of the bed and Alicia's moans, groans and screams of pure ecstasy as the man above her fucked her senseless on the bed...though that man had not been her boyfriend Nick. Now that bed, that room, that apartment, and that gorgeous brunette girlfriend lay silent and peaceful, and that man lay opposite her while her boyfriend lay with his arm around her, holding her lovingly.