Victor’s Wrath

Claire Holt reclined in her Rolls Royce Phantom, eyeing the enigma seated beside her. Victor Damone. He was the most mystifying and secretive man she had ever met. Victor was a great fighter with incredible speed and strength. He possessed high intelligence and figured out people with a cursory glance. The man had an air of confidence and self-assuredness about him which made Claire fond of him. But why would an ordinary man with a wife possess such superhuman qualities?

Victor had not spoken a word since the Rolls Royce started for its destination. He was wearing a handsome blue-black Tom Ford tuxedo. Claire couldn't take her eyes off him.

They were heading to Prince County, where Angela Kauffman's villa was located. The man seemed to be absorbed in his thoughts. Claire thought she'd give anything to know what he was thinking.

"You clean up quite well for a bodyguard," she joked. "Why don't you dress like this usually?"

"It is unnecessary," Victor replied curtly.