The low hum of Rino's black Maybach came to a halt as he carefully maneuvered the steering wheels and hurled the car into the family's garage.
The smooth purr of the tires on the garage floor made soft sounds, and once he had parked the car, he shut off the engine and exhaled.
He had made it back to the house, just as planned.
Stepping out of the car, he didn't bother looking at the other parked luxury vehicles. He simply walked his way, entering the mansion through the side hallway that led to the residential wing.
After a few minutes of walking around the building, and climbing the long stairs, Rino reached his room and entered, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. A wave of comfort surged through his body.
This was his home. His space. He had returned to his optimum comfort zone.
Closing in further, he ran his fingers across the polished surface of his dresser, then yanked off his shoes, dropping them aside without a second thought.
