Book 4: Where’s Sydney?

Killian's POV

I tried hard to focus on my surroundings, but my head hurt so much as if it would explode. I had lost count of the number of vodka refills I had taken last night. Maddox had to carry me to his bedroom at the Escapades. 

The sunlight blinded me, and I held onto my throbbing head, waiting for the dizziness to reduce. This was bound to happen. At least I should be thankful I didn’t die from overconsumption of alcohol. 

I shouldn’t have had so much. But what could I do? It was the only way to stop the ache in my heart and make me forget. After Philippe Bardot’s sudden death, I had no idea how I would face Sydney. I had been avoiding returning home when I heard about Louis’ accident.

Later on my way back home, I had a bitter fight with Laurence. If Tony and I hadn’t captured him, he would have slapped fake charges against me. I had done nothing wrong. If Philippe Bardot could roam around freely for years after confiscating