The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Forty-Two

Walking out of my room dressed in black pants, and a white pullover that was hugging my torso, and arms I went down into the entryway of my house to slip on a pair of shoes so that I could go over to the Harrington Residence where Hunters birthday was going to be hosted, since none of us wanted to go to his penthouse where he sleeps around, and well his parents weren't actually that nice of people.

Correction, Heather was an angel, I wanted to throat punch his father.

Nico and Mia's parents were kind hearted and always there for them and later me and Kate when our own parents died that night. Riley's were there for him, but never really had rules for him, though his whole family got in a major accident in Switzerland and that was the incident that made the Niles Family unbelievably wealthy since they were all top lawyers. Hunter's parents had a slightly less functional relationship than my own parents. Heather wanted what was best for Hunter and encouraged him to find healthy ways to deal with his problems, it was his father who'd ensured he didn't get the opportunities to grow how he probably should. He'd often compared Hunter to me when we were younger and when they found out about the parties and drinking his dad tried to cut him off but his mom being the amazing woman, she is allowed him to have his entire trust fund that still to this day was putting the owed money into.

Heather Ambrose was just one of those people that could brighten a room, I had met her a few times but with a money craving husband who was never around and expected an absolute ton from their son. I was also glad that Hunter was more like his mother, even if he didn't get to see her as often.

That was actually how my mom got into high society New York she had met Heather Ambrose along with Aurora Harrington.

Opening the drawer for my keys I removed the key to my Rolls Royce Ghost and walked out the front door of my house, using my phone to lock the door behind me, the screen flashing red 

Getting to the garage I opened the doors and crossed the glossy black floors towards my equally as shiny luxury cars before pulling open the door to my Ghost and sat down in the front seat.

There wasn't really a reason for me to have this car other then a fancy night on the town with the boys which normally was what it would be used for since I didn't trust the two idiots in my other cars. Nico was good because he had never spilt a slushy in the back seat of my Flying Spur—or puked on the sheep wool carpets.

Driving out of the garage I pressed a button to be sure that the doors were closed, before leaving to go see my friends.

I would admit that they made my life more interesting, and well I could also manage myself to not let out all of the shitty things that happened in my life because I never felt like burdening them all with that, so I always dealt with it.

Getting to the road where the Harrington's lived I spotted Hunters Aventador being closely trailed by Riley in an F12 Berlinetta.

Nice Niles.

I may have a preference towards Ferrari's but I call that a hereditary thing because my dad owned several, and my grandfather owns a few classic one's. I even drove a few around the estate.

It also may be the reason I knew how to drive so young.

Parking in the driveway of the home I got out of the Rolls Royce and walked up to the front door to knock.

"Adrian Winters knocking on a door," Hunter muses as he strolled up the driveway still pruning his hair as if the vain fuck didn't know he was good looking.

"I'm not an asshole to everyone Hunter," I remark bluntly as I stared at his continued attempts to 'fix' his hair before the door opened and we were met by Mia who looked half asleep still but considering it was Saturday it was justified.