Chapter 69

• Donald’s POV
• ​The glowing red numbers on my bedside digital clock had read well past one o'clock in the morning by the time I finally managed to pull my luxury vehicle into the driveway last night. Between the exhausting executive strategy meetings at the corporate office and the high-stakes political dinners with the firm's primary investors, my brain was completely fried. It truly felt as though I had only just closed my eyes for a single microsecond of deep, restorative sleep before a loud, violent, and incredibly aggressive pounding noise jolted my entire body wide awake.
• ​Thud! Thud! Thud!