CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVEN
After a few hours of solid sleep, the gang returned to the living room to start another meeting. They called for another delivery for their breakfast. It was an unwritten rule or an unsaid thing but none of them tried going out. After all, they were preparing for a war that their enemy was expecting. Going out might be more dangerous than it should be.
And thus, they decided to remain inside Alec's apartment.
The doorbell rang. Z quickly stood up and rushed towards the door. He checked on the screen to make sure the delivery man was alone before he gave it access to the building. He watched with his brows furrowed and waiting until the double doors of the entrance closed before he turned the security screen off.
