"Hello." "Fuck, York! There are intrud—" There was a crash and audible grunt. Fuck, fuck. I glared at the slow as fuck elevator. The ding didn’t come fast enough. I bounced on the balls of my feet as the doors slid open. York's door was wide open, something he'd never do. The sound of a fight hit my ears, and I was in the penthouse in seconds. I grabbed the first thing I found. The golf club wasn't my favorite weapon of choice, but anything would suffice.
